Matt thinks that Erik is the hottest thing he's seen in a long time. So even
when the bartender at his favorite watering hole tells Matt not to bother
with a heartbreaker like Erik, he can't help himself. He has to make a play
for the beautiful man.
Erik would rather play games than settle into a regular relationship. He
thinks his real life is pretty boring, and he's all about being someone else
every time he and Matt meet. Matt's happy to play along for awhile, but when
he starts to want more, Erik balks. Can Matt find a way to win at Erik's
games before they both lose forever?
The young man had blond hair, and every so often he'd run his fingers
through its unruly length, but stubborn bangs would fall right back into his
eyes. He wore a pair of studious-looking glasses with metal frames that
would slide slowly down his nose now and again. The way that he pushed them
back up with one finger in mid-conversation seemed almost absent-minded, or
automatic, as if he didn't even realize he was doing it.
"Hey. Do you know that guy?" Matt finally asked when he had the bartender's
"The one in the white T-shirt."
"Oh, yeah. That's just Erik. He's here a lot."
Erik. Matt made note of the name. "Is he here alone?"
"As far as I know. Are you having another?"
Matt looked down at his empty glass thinking he really ought to feel more
relaxed for having polished off a gin and tonic, but he could still feel the
stress of the office on his shoulders.
He nodded at the bartender. "Yeah. One more."
"You got it."
Matt had been watching Erik for a long while. Even from a distance Matt was
drawn in by Erik's easy smile and the way that he moved or turned on his
barstool to talk to someone, the way his fingers played over his tall, cool
His beer was something domestic, and his bottle was almost empty.
The bartender sat Matt's gin and tonic down. "Is this really your last one?"
"Yeah, any more and I won't be able to drive home."
"You want to settle your tab?"
"Oh, sure." Matt pulled a twenty out of his pocket but paused and looked at
it thoughtfully before adding another ten to it. "Tack on one of whatever
Erik is drinking, please?"
The bartender rolled his eyes and shook his head indulgently. "Sure, sure.
But be careful of that one, buddy," he said, slowly grinning at Matt. "He's