If we’re talking a complete stranger, or meeting
someone for the very first time – it is typically some physical attribute, or a
combination of attributes. They have a nice smile, beautiful eyes, a great ass
*snort*. But that’s just a first impression that doesn’t necessarily mean
anything beyond a possible roll in the hay. If that’s not your thing – then
what it would take for you to be interested beyond that initial spark?
If you want something that could lead into love, there
had better be some sort of common ground to build your hopes and dreams on. In
Lust Emergency, Book 3 of the Uniform Encounters series, Paramedic Terrence has
finally found someone that seems perfect for him – the older, movie star
handsome ER doctor, Jackson. However, Terrence has been a member of the Phoenix
Sex Club, Sinsation, ever since his partner was killed. He hasn’t wanted to get
too close to anyone. But Jackson seems like he ticks off all the right boxes
for Terrence, and he might be ready to give up his party lifestyle. They’ve had
a nice casual meet-up for drinks at a local bar, and Terrence has discovered
that they both share a love for old movies, and classic style. But does that
mean they’ll be picking out china patterns soon? In this excerpt, Terrence and
Jackson have a date night at Jackson’s condo to share some Gable films, take-
out, and?????
The new ER doctor is smoking hot, and the exotic
African American paramedic can’t keep his eyes off of him. Tricky relationships and subterfuge at a Phoenix sex club
almost drive a permanent wedge between the two, but a bombing at City Hall
changes the endgame.
Terrence reached the glass outer
door of the complex, picked up the phone and pressed Jackson’s number. He was
quickly buzzed in and took the elevator to the fifth floor. Jackson had one of
the corner units, and had told Terrence there was a great view from the
balcony. Exiting the elevator, he then walked to the doctor’s door at the end
of a long, grey plush carpeted hall. When he reached it, he raised his hand to
knock, but the door opened before he had the chance.
I’m
going to faint.
Jackson stood in the doorway wearing
a pair of loose-fitting linen pants in a cream colour, with a flowing black
silk shirt, the top two buttons undone. Framed by the dim backdrop of the front
room—and a smattering of glowing candles—he was the epitome of a classically
handsome movie star of the thirties or forties. Terrence was stunned into
complete silence.
He
is too perfect. This doesn’t seem real.
“Is that for me?”
Jackson’s voice broke the spell, and
Terrence looked dumbly at the bottle of wine in his hand. Just then, a cat
meowed and he stared as it wound in and out of Jackson’s long legs.
“What’s wrong with that cat’s face?”
“Oh, he didn’t mean that, Mr Nibbles.”
“Mr
Nibbles? You have got to be kidding.”
They both laughed and the tension
was broken.
Jackson gestured for Terrence to
come in, and he handed the wine to the doctor.
“Ah. A Sauvignon. I love Cabs.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking
about,” Terrence said, taking in the sleek and minimalist surroundings.
Wow.
The same that I like.
Jackson grinned. “It’s the type of
wine. You did a great job at picking something out. Are you up for trying
some?”
Terrence followed Jackson into his
large open kitchen off of the dining room. His date pulled out a mysterious
chrome appliance that matched the rest of the room’s look, and set it on the
black granite counter.
“Sure. I can’t promise I’ll love it.
I just bought what the guy at the BevMo! recommended.”
“I love that place. It’s a cash-sucking
machine, though.”
“Tell me about it. I have enough
liquor for a full bar from there, but I never even drink at home. I’m always
out buying cocktails at the club.”
Terrence tried not to cringe.
Shit.
Me and my big fucking mouth.
“Oh yeah? What club?” asked Jackson
in an off-hand way while opening the bottle with what Terrence finally
identified as an automatic wine opener.
“It’s in Phoenix. I’ll tell you
about it later.”
“Phoenix, huh?” Jackson said,
setting the wine on a deco-styled etched aluminium serving tray. He sniffed the
cork, then put it next to the bottle. “Must be a great club to drive that far.”
You
don’t even know a tenth of it.
“Uh, yeah. So what kind of cat is
that? What’s with the little floppy ears, and that he’s all face. All flat
face. I mean, he’s got great markings with those black stripes, I’ve just never
seen a cat like that before.”
“He’s a Scottish Fold. I’ve had them
since I was a kid on the ranch.”
Seriously?
Not only the décor, but this? Now I have died and gone to heaven.
“Whoa. Forget about cats. I need to
hear about this ranch.”
“Let’s sit down in the living room.
Can I get you a drink while the wine is breathing?”
“Sure. Whatever you have will be
fine.”
“Gin and tonic, or Manhattan?”
The smooth Terrence came oozing out
again. “Why, Doc, I’m flattered you remembered. Gin and tonic is fine, thank
you.”
Jackson looked pleased. “Excellent.
You can make yourself comfortable in the living room, and I’ll bring our
drinks.”
Stepping down into the sunken living
room, Terrence was impressed with the plush white carpet, black velvet couches,
and brocaded black and gold throw pillows. As he had passed through the entry
area, he’d noticed a similarly styled black and gold smoking jacket hanging on
wall hooks that were adorned with crystal knobs.
My
movie star hero indeed.
Terrence thought it was cool the way
the doctor seemed to match the furniture. At the far end, there was a large
flat-screen TV mounted to the wall, and a black lacquer and glass entertainment
cabinet below. An iPod bay with two Bose speakers sat on top, complete with a
sound bar above the TV and woofer below. Looking through the glass of the
cabinet, he could see that the doctor hadn’t been exaggerating about his movie
collection.
Terrence sat right in the middle of
the large couch, the love seat to his left and the balcony with a large sliding
glass door to his right. He was raging with curiosity over where the doctor
would choose to sit. He fidgeted with the Men’s
Health, GQ and Vanity Fair magazines on the glass
coffee table while he waited for Jackson. Mr Nibbles came over and mewed a very
high-pitched meow and rubbed against Terrence’s legs. He reached down to pet
the insistent cat just as Jackson entered the room with his drink, as well as a
cheese and fruit platter.
He set both down on the table and
picked up Mr Nibbles.
“I’ll put him in the naughty room
with his toys and kibble, otherwise he’ll pester you all night for cheese and
petting.”
“Sounds like my kind of cat,” joked
Terrence. “Will I ever have to go to the naughty room?”
Jackson smiled, crinkling his eyes
the way Terrence loved. “It depends. We’ll see how you behave. I’ll be right
back.”
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