Chapter 51: If It Tastes a Little Bitter, Check the Expiration Date“How about this?” In the party store aisle, Derek tapped my shoulder.
I turned around and my eyes widened. Damn, he looked smoking hot in that gold top hat. “No. Absolutely not,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “No costumes. No themes. You promised, O’Reilly.”
His eyes glittered like his hat. Green speckled with gold. “Sure?” He gave me a seductive look from under the hat’s brim. “I’d wear black pants and a gold sleeveless suit vest. No shirt.”
“Tease.”
Clad in a silver disco suit jacket studded with fake diamonds and mirrors, Myles was walking up to us.
“Yes!” Derek screamed, upon seeing Myles. “That’s fantastic, baby!”
I’d never heard him call another man, baby. It was kind of exciting.
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