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"Oh, no, he didn't!" Abraham Golden exclaimed, barely pausing in his application of the colorant as he gave his customer a nudge. "He did not have you pick him up from his boy toy's house!"

He watched in the mirror as Kim, one of Golden Shears' most loyal, and frequent, customers, gave him an immaculately arched brow over an evil grin. "Oh yes, he did. Granted, he had no idea that the little twerp would lock him out. Without his keys and wallet." She blew out of the corner of her mouth at a strand of hair, and Abe deftly caught it with a finger, clipping it out of the way, as he waited for her to continue. "All he had was his iPhone and his pants. I have a feeling that if he'd had at least a shirt, he would've called the car service. But I imagine that he thought I'd be more discreet."

Abe caught his tongue between his teeth as he gave Kim a wink in the mirror. "He so doesn't know you, does he?" He finished the last section on auto-pilot, segmenting her hair and brushing on the gel while his mind was on Kim's yummy boss, Geoffrey Radcliffe, who apparently occasionally took a walk on the cock side. He frowned as something occurred to him.

"Wait, so if his little friend had locked him out, how did you know...?"

"That he was a he? That's the best part." Kim turned clear around in her chair, her dark eyes snapping with delight.

Abe leaned forward in anticipation of the climax, stripping the gloves off his hands and making a blind toss to the trash can.

"Just as I pull up and Geoff is coming toward the car, the guy comes out of the house with nothing but underwear on and starts screaming all sorts of clichéd things at him, about how he was lousy in bed, a skanky cheat on the down-low, that he should go back to his mama." Kim paused as Abe choked on a laugh. "Oh, it gets better. Then he starts throwing all Geoff's things out on the lawn and yelled to me that if I was Jesse, I was welcome to him, and ended by screaming at Geoff, 'Call me Jesse while you fuck me? Fuck you!' What a scene! It was fantastic."

Abe was rapt, his mouth ajar. Now this was the best dish hed had in months. "Oops! Yeah, gotta keep those names straight. Okay, so who's Jesse, the girlfriend?"

Kim turned back to the mirror with a giggle. "Nope. He hasn't seen anyone since the divorce that I've known of. And I would know," she added confidently. "No, apparently Jesse is his first love...his first guy." She waggled her eyebrows meaningfully.

"He told you this? Boy, when he comes out, he shares all the way." Abe finished wrapping her head and covered it with a towel before spinning the chair next to Kim around and perching on it. He really needed to get back to the office while her color set, but this was way too juicy a conversation to walk away from.

"He didn't have to tell me. Just last week, Friday, he got an e-mail message from the guy. Jesse Sullivan. Let''s see." She mentally searched the dead-on memory for detail that made her an excellent assistant. "He couldn't believe it had been over twenty years since they went their 'separate ways'." She used her index fingers for quotes. "He just went through a divorce. He said that he was going to be home for the holidays and really wanted to see Geoff. Oh, and he mentioned that hed be staying in a hotel. It's gotta be him. I've been doing Geoff's Christmas shopping and cards for him for over ten years. There is no other Jesse in his life."

"Huh, over twenty years ago, so high school or college age? And you've been with him for over ten and have never seen him with anyone but his ex-wife, right? Guess the twink had a point." Abe sat back in the chair and swiveled from side to side. "Heard from his old flame and had to go out and get some dick after all these years. Just wasn't together enough to shout out the right name." He tsked and shook his head. "Shame for a fine piece of man like that to be buried in the closet." Abe sighed regretfully. Geoff Radcliffe was a seriously drool-worthy stud, but obviously conflicted. And hung up on his long-lost lover to boot.

"I agree," Kim agreed demurely, and something about her tone had Abe looking at her sharply.

"Uh oh. Why do I feel like I should duck and cover?"

Kim shrugged as she studied her perfect nails. "I have no idea. I was just going to suggest..."

Abe had to nip this in the bud. He interrupted, "Time to rinse."

"No, it's not." Kim slanted him a knowing look. "So what's happening inyour love life right now?"

"Sweetie, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Suffice it to say, I have more than my hands full."

"Liar. I heard that Tyler moved to California last week."

Abe felt a little foreign embarrassment shoot through him. "How did you hear about that?"

"Lula," Kim replied smugly, naming Abe's assistant manager.

Abe immediately sought out the tattletale with his gaze, spotting her at the till. She waggled her fingers across the room at him, and he gritted his teeth, returning his attention to Kim.

"Okay, I can see where you want to go with this, babe, but seriously, I don't need those kind of complications in my life. I like my men gay, out, and proud to flaunt it."

Kim shrugged, going back to examining her nails. "Well, it was worth a shot. Mmm, you should've seen him without his shirt on. All those lunch workouts at the gym sure have paid off." She peeked up at Abe as he tried to tamp down the little shot of heat that zinged straight to his cock at the thought of Geoff Radcliffe shirtless and shoeless. He had only ever seen the older man coming and going in the building lobby, always immaculately turned out in a suit and tie, which was usually not Abe's preferred style on his men, but was frankly sexy as hell on the guy. He wore a suit well. Very well. And Abe knew a lickable, ripped body when he saw one, covered up or not.

Abe closed his eyes and muffled a groan as a visual of that fine, slacks-covered ass popped into his head, then proceeded to morph into a delectable view of what Abe imagined Geoff's naked backside would look like. He bit his lip and opened his eyes, meeting Kim's knowing gaze.

"I've made his travel plans for the holidays, and he's leaving in less than a week. Which doesn't give us much time."

Abe dreaded the answer, but felt compelled to ask anyway. "Time for what?"

Kim just smiled a little Mona Lisa smile. "Time for you to snag him before that divorced, rebounding man-whore on the prowl gets his claws back into him." She leaned forward. "I have a plan."