The Queen & the Homo Jock King (At First Sight 2)

“Of course not,” Mike scoffed. “Everyone knows anonymous tips never pan out. I guess his bad luck finally just caught up with him.”

“Oh my god,” Darren said. “I came from those loins.”

“Ew,” I said. “You should never say anything like that again.” Then I frowned. “You didn’t embezzle for your dad, did you? I’m not about to get my face splashed all over the news in a scandal I didn’t create myself. I have standards, after all. It’d have to be a sex tape or pictures of me snorting cocaine off Vin Diesel’s ass.”

Darren rolled his eyes. “Don’t be stupid. You know I had nothing to do with that.”

“Like I would ever let you close to him if I thought he’d done something illegal,” Mike said. Then he eyed us both critically. “Well, more illegal than apparently fucking inside my bar.”

“Which you do all the time,” I pointed out. “And when did you become like the Godfather?”

“Fairy godfather,” he corrected. “And princess, you should never underestimate the power of the Super Gays.”

I stared at him blankly.

“I’m one of the Super Gays,” he clarified.

“Ooh,” I said. “That makes so much more sense. So, just so we’re clear, you basically orchestrated this entire thing as a means to get Darren and I together, right?”

“Exactly,” he said.

I moved around Darren, not giving a damn that I was naked. I stood in front of Mike’s desk and smiled warmly. “Thank you,” I said. “For helping me see what was right in front of me.”

He nodded. “You’re welcome, princess.”

The smile dropped off my face and I bared my teeth at him. I reached out and grabbed him by the chest hair, pulling him up and out of his seat. He squeaked as I brought his face inches from my own, snarling at him. “That being said, if you ever try and meddle in my life again, I will end you so fast, you won’t know what hit you until you’re already burning in the fiery pits of hell. Do you understand me?”

“Meep,” he said, nodding frantically.

“And y

ou’re still paying for my Miss Gay America bid, you dickmonger.”

“Anything,” he gasped.

“Good,” I spat at him. I shoved him back toward his seat. “Now, I don’t want to see you again for at least a week. If you even remotely consider stepping inside my club while I’m here during that week, I’ll get my boyfriend to kick the shit out of you.”

“Wait, what?” Darren said.

“Look intimidating,” I hissed at him.

He crossed his arms over his chest and turned the full might of his death glare at Mike. It was literally one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

“You know,” Mike said, clearing his throat. “It’s hard feeling threatened when you’ve got half a chub going on from that alone. Seriously, princess. You are so gone on him.”

And what sucked is that he was right. About the feelings.

And the boner.

“Give me your shirt!” Darren barked at him, which did nothing but make things worse for me.

He complied rather quickly, stripping his button-down off, leaving him in an old tank top. He tossed the shirt to Darren, who hooked it around my waist, tying it off so it slung low around my hips.

“Huh,” I said. “I guess I just look good in everything.” I glared back up at Mike. “And you’re not getting it back!”

And with that, I stormed out of the trailer, Darren close on my heels. He slammed the door behind us. We stood in the gravel parking lot, just staring at each other, breathing heavily. He broke first, lips twitching. I followed quickly and soon, we were hanging off each other, laughing so hard that it hurt, because this was literally the stupidest and most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me.

And it seemed he felt the same way.