“Hello, Joe,” Christophe said, gently.
Joe stood in the doorway, already vanquished by Chris’s beauty.
He opened the door.
“You’re not dressed.” Chris looked around at the street. “The neighbors.” He walked past Joe and Joe caught the scent of him. He swore to himself; he’d never let this man out of his sight again.
“Well, close the door, darling.” Christophe plucked a cigarette out of his case and lit it, blowing the smoke out through his finely shaped nose.
Joe shut the door and stared at him.
“Your mother is here?”
“No.”
Christophe watched him, his green eyes roaming all over his naked chest.
Joe took the cigarette out of Chris’s fingers and crushed it in the cup on the coffee table. “Where were you?”
Chris was dressed in a new suit, but it was one of those cheap suits he’d se
