Chapter 18
Joe’s lashes flickered as he glanced down at Fess’s chest. Fess wasn’t as bulky as some of the other strippers at the agency, but he was ripped well enough to get people looking his way. His acting ability would only open so many doors. Looking good was a priority, so he worked his ass off to maximize what he had. Joe had nailed it on the head when he’d pointed out Fess was aware of his appeal, but what mattered to Fess right here, right now, was that Joe saw it and wanted him, too.
Joe let out a long, heavy breath. “I’ve died and this is heaven, because I can’t for the life of me figure out how else this could be happening.”
A pleased flush crept down Fess’s neck and onto his shoulders. “I thought you didn’t believe in heaven.”
“Clearly, I was wrong.”