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Not a undy Jacket, and was now cozying up to Teplov This interchangeable Stepford boy was off to a good start, and I watched as Teplov said soh, then cuddle against Teplov, which earned him an arm around his shoulders

Another thought occurred to net in the door, but because I could potentially get into Teplov’s pants? Wasme out? It sure looked that way I’d recently come out, both at work and to nht blonde queer for the job

Burgundy Jacket wasthe selection of blondes with disinterested detachot why they – ere all blonde: this was Teplov’s club, Teplov’s universe, and clearly he had a type

Yet these facts hadn’t been in his file I knew Dmitri Teplov enty six, kneas born in San Francisco, and knew he had five sisters I knew he’d gone to Stanford and dropped out a feeeks into his sophomore year, after his parents were killed in a car wreck I kneas a suspected key player in the Russianheroin into the country I even knew that on odd-nu Crissy Field, and on even days he went to the gym

In other words, I knew a hell of a lot about this iven all the intel the departay have made it into the file?

Teplov’s latest blonde, who’d started off so well, was disundy Jacket seauided another clueless boy toy into the seat beside the handso, mafia style

What the hell was Teplov looking for that none of those pretty boys seeht? And how ? Forty? Fifty? What an arrogant son of a bitch to treat so many men this way, like they were candy in his own personal superet treated like that

And holy shit, now Burgundy Jacket was coave me a dead-eyed once over and said in a low monotone, “Mr Teplov would like you to join him at his table for a drink”

I raised an eyebrow at him I was tempted to tell him to shove it up his ass, but I actually felt kind of bad for the guy Sifting through young gay guys for his fickle eood time So I said politely, “With all due respect sir, if Mr Teplov wants to have a drink with me, he can ask me his own damn self”

The man didn’t look impressed “You really want me to tell him that?”

I shrugged and said, “Tell him whatever you want,” then turned my back on the man and tossed back my ten dollar beer

Ok, so I shouldn’t have said no to that I was here to try to get close to Teplov But now that I realized exactly how close I was probably supposed to get to the man, I was in no mood to play nice and allow myself to be treated like a whore by my department

I watched in the undy Jacket went up to Teplov and whispered in his ear And I watched as his e on my back with a raised eyebrow That was probably the first time he’d ever faced rejection He was probably stunned that anyone could resist his good looks, the e that was Dmitri Teplov

I looked down at ether the politely phrased fuck you I was going to deliver towhen I told hinment

“Hi”

I turned to glare at whoever was currently trying to pick ainst the bar beside me, head tilted to one side as he studied me closely Amusement sparkled in his blue eyes, his full lips barely concealing a grin He leaned toward ne as he said, “Would you please doa drink with me?”

He was even ly attractive close up In fact, he was the eous man I’d ever seen It occurred to ay blonde boy within a two hundred mile radius with no effort whatsoever Well, at least those that passed whatever rando process he subjected them to