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Donner tried to pay
attention to too many things at once—two drink orders, three other bartenders
and the conversation happening between Ezra and Tag. The sight of Tag
approaching Ezra had sent a buzz of something through his bloodstream. Annoyance,
maybe, or protectiveness. He wasn’t sure. His nerves didn’t settle until Tag
moved away, leaving Ezra alone with his drink. Ezra didn’t look upset, so
Donner pushed the whole encounter aside and concentrated on his job.
He couldn’t
explain his overt interest in Ezra, beyond physical attraction and an itch that
hadn’t been scratched in too long. Donner usually went for older tops when he
wanted to be fucked well, but Ezra had a good reputation among his conquests. Maybe
a change of pace would do him good.
If Ezra stayed
unattached until closing time, which wasn’t likely given the glances being
thrown his way.
Donner ignored a
slight pang of jealousy and reached for a clean shaker to make another round of
Cosmos.
The second time
Ezra came to the bar, he ordered only one drink. “So do you ever take a break?”
“Yeah, I get one.”
Donner poured tequila, unable to explain why he liked that Ezra wasn’t also
buying a drink for someone else.
“When?”
He glanced at the
clock behind the bar. He’d been on shift for about three hours. “Anytime.”
“We’re going to
grab a booth and order some loaded nachos in a bit. Join us.” Ezra phrased it
as a gentle order, not a question.
Donner grinned. “I
may do that.”
“Oh, sugar, that
wasn’t a request.”
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