Excerpt: Genetic Celebrity by Tara Lain; MMF Menage with Food!
Tommy Riley loves cooking and the simple life. But his passion for Angie “Booky” Edelson is anything but simple. Beautiful, ambitious, hard-driving and 10 years older than Tommy, Booky represents all the things Tommy has tried to leave behind. Besides, she only seems to love him for his food! Then Tommy’s boss brings home Shay Shaleen, a pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a top male model. Tommy sizzles for the beautiful guy but Shay gets caught up in the flattery of a famous fashion designer. Why does Tommy have to fall for two people who can’t love him back? Is there a recipe for blending with these genetic celebrities?
The sidewalk was dirty. What else was new? The loft was in a newly chic area that bustled with life after dark. Clubs and shops. He loved the shops but never went to the clubs. He’d never been a party guy. Even when he was brand-new to modeling, he’d loved to sneak away from the crowds and… Wham!
A body bounced off him and hit the sidewalk at his feet. Roan staggered, fell back three steps, and managed to catch himself on the stop sign before he fell into the street. Jesus! What the hell?
He looked down. A girl was trying to get up off the pavement. He struggled to right himself so he could help her. A tall, burly guy reeled out the door of a bar. “I told you to stay out of here, fag.”
Fag? Roan looked again at the gangly body. Well, damn. It was a man. A boy more or less. Probably a kid in his middle teens.
The boy staggered to his feet. Tall. Over six feet, but slim as the proverbial reed. His hair was stuffed under a stocking cap even though it was eighty degrees with humidity of a thousand. And then Roan saw the face. If you didn’t count the pierced nose, ears, lip, eyebrow, and yeah, tongue, the kid was girl pretty. He took a step, tripped over his feet, and started to fall. Roan grabbed him by the arm. “Hey, careful. You okay?”
The guy from the bar—probably the bouncer—still stood in the doorway. “Is he bothering you, mister?” He cocked his head. “Hey, aren’t you someone famous?”
Roan flashed a smile. “Does this boy owe you money or something?”
“Nah. He just comes in and takes the pretzels and shit from the bar. The bartender’s sick of it. Little pervert.”
Roan reached in his pocket, pulled out a money clip, and peeled off fifty dollars. He walked a couple of steps to the bouncer, dragging the kid along. “Please give this to the bartender to make up for the loss.” He gave the man the money.
“You know this kid?”
“Let’s just say he’s very familiar.”
He went back inside, and Roan looked at the kid. “Are you all right? Why were you taking the food?”
The kid shrugged. He tried for cocky, but fear peeked through. “Why’d you do that? You don’t know me.”
Roan sighed. “No. I don’t.”
The kid snatched his arm from Roan, then stepped back and gave him a slow once-over. “Jesus, you sure are beautiful. You looking for a fuck? I’d go home with you.”
“Is that what you do? Turn tricks?”
The kid shook his head. “Naw. At least I’m trying not to. Shit. When I was a rent boy at least I could eat. But since I tried to go straight, I get to slop dishes and starve.”
“So you’re a dishwasher.”
“Was. I had to quit.”
The kid shrugged. “You sure are nosy. You want to fuck or not? I mean I owe you, man. That was fifty bucks you gave that guy.”
“No, I don’t want to fuck. Why did you quit your job? Too hard?”
He frowned. “No, man, I’m not afraid of hard work. I’ve been doing it since I was little. But the bastard who owned the restaurant decided I should be his boy for what he was paying me to wash dishes. Crap on that. I didn’t become a dishwasher so I could fuck slimy, fat bastards for free.”
“Did you steal from him?”
The big eyes narrowed. “I’m no thief. Don’t ever call me a thief.”
Interesting reaction. “Okay. Are you hungry?”
He cracked a tiny smile. And the beautiful face became mischievous. “I could eat.”
Roan pulled out his phone and pushed the three. The kid watched him. He looked wary but not ready to run.
Tommy sounded surprised when he answered the phone. “Hey, Roan. Everything okay?”
“Hi, Tommy. You still have some of the chicken?”
“Yeah. There was lots left. I just put it in a container. You want to take it home?”
“No, heat it up. I’m bringing some company.’
“What? Now? I thought you were going to Connecticut.”
“I am, but later. Is Booky still there?”
“No, she went out to Brooklyn.”
“Okay. See you in a minute.”
He hung up and looked at the kid. “What’s your name?”
“Don’t know. Just Shaleen. People call me Shay.”
“Okay, Shay, let’s get you something to eat.”
Shay frowned. “Where?”
“My loft is right up there.” He pointed up the street. “My friend Tommy is a great cook, and he has some food for you. Both of us, actually. I’m kind of hungry.”
The kid hesitated.
“Hey, you were willing to fuck me. How scary is food?”
“Fucking I get paid for. It’s worth the risk.” He looked Roan up and down. “Especially with you.”
Roan laughed. “I’ve got an idea I want to tell you about. There could be a paycheck in it too.”
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