The following scene will help you get to know Jason, the adorable hero of THE BEST EVER, while he get dressed for a party that his high school crush, Blake Huntington, invited him to on the eve of Jason's 1Night Stand.
Enjoy!
To my Pride boys: thanks for the idea for part of this scene **smooch**
Jason Lewis is a self-proclaimed nerdy guy who hates his red hair. Bullied most of his life, at 22, social situations still make him awkward. On a trip to the World Video Game Expo in Las Vegas, he decides to enlist the help of Madame Eve in his failed romantic endeavors. While at the con, Jason runs into sexy, professional baseball pitcher Blake Huntington, the jock he tutored in high school. Blake invites him to a party but after hanging out with his high school crush all night, Jason regrets booking a 1NS "encounter" later that night. What Jason doesn't know, is that Madame Eve has already arraigned for him the best night ever
Excerpt:
Sweater or button-up?
What
for?
Abby texted back.
Remember
Blake, Jason started to reply then quickly deleted it.
No, his sister would not remember some kid he tutored in high school. Best to keep it simple. A party
What
kinda party? #contexthelps
He rolled his eyes at her hashtag. In a sports bar
Button-up
That’s
what I thought. Blue stripe or green plaid?
Jason had purchased five new outfits from
Gap and Aéropostale for his
1Night Stand date, and currently he had all of them staged across the hotel bed.
He certainly couldn’t wear the video game-themed stuff he’d packed for the con.
After being invited to Blake’s party, he was damn glad he had a selection.
Abby texted him back: Green #gayboys #worsethanwomen
He sent her the tongue sticking out
emoticon, then studied the two outfits they’d narrowed it down to.
Well...he did have those new green underwear with the navy blue trim which not
only matched the green shirt, but really flattered his ass.
Yup, that decided it.
With a determined nod, he texted back: Green it is! Thx
Ur welcome, have fun!
Once dressed, he decided Abby had made
the right call. The color complimented his complexion so it appeared less
freckled. Even his hair didn’t seem so orange. It could have been the pomade
he’d used, but maybe it had finally gotten darker. Or the lighting in his hotel
room was just more flattering. Whatever the cause, he thought he looked good.
He wondered if Blake would notice. He should feel bad thinking about one man
when another had come to the city to meet him, but excitement over spending
time with Blake won out.
He arrived at Sidelines at a quarter
after eight, not wanting to appear too eager. After giving his name to the
security guard at the door, he feared it might not be on the list. What if
Blake had only said all that for the cameras?
With a nod and a welcome, however, the
man gestured him inside.
He should’ve known Blake was being
sincere.
The bar was loaded with eye candy—tall
muscular hunks everywhere. Dozens of TVs broadcast various games, and neon and tin
beer signs decorated the walls. Scanning the crowd did not produce Blake, but
the sound of his resonant laughter caught Jason’s ear. He spied the man at the
far end of the room with an old dude he recognized as an NBC reporter, but he
didn’t remember his name. Two attractive women flanked Blake’s sides, hanging
on his every word.
Far too socially awkward to join them, he found an unoccupied barstool, set the
glass down, and ordered a rum and Diet Coke.
From his vantage point, he could watch
Blake in the mirror above all the liquor bottles. That wasn’t stalkerish, was
it?
Blake appeared to be the most popular
person there, just like in high school. He laughed and talked, all the while
those hazel eyes sparkling. His ass-hugging jeans and maize-and-blue T-shirt
from their alma mater clung to a body perfected by sports.
Damn, the man was captivating.
When twenty minutes passed and no one
besides the bartender talked to him, he let out a sigh. Time to go. He needed
to get ready for his encounter—jeez, that
sounds impersonal.
Disappointment filled him. He’d allowed
himself to get too excited about spending time with Blake. Social situations
had never been his forte, and now his mood had soured. It shouldn’t have. Blake
didn’t owe him anything.
Leaving the bartender a tip, he made his
way to the exit.
A familiar voice halted him.
“Jay! When did you get here?”
His face warmed with a heaping layer of
embarrassment and pleasure. “Hi, Blake.”
Face wrinkling in accusation, the other
man asked, “Were you gonna leave without talking to me?”
“You were busy.” He stuffed his fists in
his pockets.
“I’m never too busy for you,
short-stack.” Blake threw a brotherly arm around his shoulders, yanking him
against his side, his huge grin aided by the beer in his hand, no doubt.
“Though you aren’t so short anymore, are you?”
Tucked under his arm, he smiled
awkwardly at the long, sweeping look Blake gave him. Heat bloomed in his
cheeks.
Blake leaned in, the hot breath against his ear
making him shiver. “I’m glad you came."
I hope you enjoyed this experpt. THE BEST EVER will be available from Decadent Publishing on July 26th
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