The heating/air conditioning unit under the window-a long metal contraption with a number of vents set at an upward angle-made a thumping noise followed by a quiet hiss. “So I’ve died and gone to Hell, and this is what I have to look forward to for eternity?” Will muttered. It had to be ninety degrees! He desperately pulled off clothing as he searched for a thermostat, but by the time he was down to socks and his boxer briefs, he’d had no luck. Will entered his room after a long first day on the job, and the heat nearly made him pass out in the entryway. Nash followed, wondering what the hell he was getting himself into.The Williamsville Inn had seen better days. The elevator arrived, and Tobias stepped inside. It had been a long time since anyone had checked him out like that. 'I'm sure you have.' Tobias look him up and down, taking his time, and Nash’s stomach did a little somersault.

Don't even try to pretend like you've never heard that before.' You've got some sass and snark underneath that Gruff Daddy exterior. The grin widened into a bright smile, and Tobias nodded as he pressed the call button. Nash followed and pulled on his coat as he asked, 'Is it really grunge flannel if you tuck it into your jeans?' Nash noted he really did have a fantastic ass. Tobias grinned and set off down the hall. 'Wow.' Tobias caught himself and tried to act more casual as he leaned in and said, 'Is that cashmere?' He attempted to look like he was studying Nash's sweater but seemed instead to be ogling his pecs and the chest hair sticking up through the neckline. Nash couldn't seem to pull his eyes up from Tobias's ass, until he realized Tobias stood turned slightly sideways to show off his profile.Ĭheeky bastard, showing off that delicious ass he probably spends three days a week working on at the gym. Tobias wore a flannel shirt over a black T-shirt, both tucked into a pair of jeans that had to have been altered to accentuate his amazing ass. Nash grabbed his coat and pulled the door open, stopping and staring as Tobias stared right back. Not that it means anything because you're not going on a date. When there was a knock at the door, Nash checked his watch. Why did people live in this region? READ MORE And which, according to Tobias, was just the beginning. He pulled on the pair of casual winter walking boots, grateful he’d packed them considering how much snow he'd have to deal with all weekend. Any other shirt he'd brought could work for the dinner.īut it doesn't matter because it's not a fucking date. Shaking his head at himself, he chose the navy cashmere V-neck pullover he'd brought for the rehearsal dinner and tugged it over his head. Maybe the blue chambray that brought out his eyes? “What the hell am I doing? It's not a fucking date.' He went through his suitcase, assessing and discarding shirts. 'Cheaper,' Nash muttered to himself as he pulled on a pair of jeans. Who had a wedding on a Sunday in January?

Fake Date Flip-Flop by Hank Edwards