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MAK: Food.

T: If you’d like to call it food, you may. I have had it. I did go to college.

MAK: But you haven’t had it in this decade. They’ve really stepped up their game.

T: No they haven’t. Where are you? Are you at a Taco Bell?

MAK: In the room. Hold on.

“Baja Blast. Large. Make it two and add a six pack of crunchy tacos, a bean burrito, two chicken gorditas, Dorito tacos! Get one of each of those, and two soft tacos. And can you please add all the sauces?” I suspect he’s lying about trying Taco Bell.

“Done.” I hear my order repeated.

Then Rich heads to the door just before it closes, and he peeks back inside. “I once made 17k in a day, but it usually averages around 1000 to 1500.”

“Fuck me.”

“That’s extra.” My eyes go wide. “Just kidding. Behave yourself. Your meal will be here soon.”

The door shuts, and I check Tony’s message as I slowly step into this suite. It’s a lot of marble. There really is a private fucking pool with its own bar attached to the hot tub. I’m sure we could get a bartender if we wanted one.

T: I’ll be there in like ten minutes. Please do not eat any Taco Bell until I’ve eaten you.

MAK: Fine, but hurry. Should I warm myself up so you can slip right in when you get here?

T: Christ, I’ve missed you.

MAK: You know this place is bigger than the rec center at Twisty Acres.

T: I do.

MAK: It’s too much.

T: I’m going to fuck you on every surface you’re currently looking at. And then we’ll explore the three bedrooms.

MAK: So forward, Mr. Ladd.

T: It’s our first official date as a couple again.

MAK: That was Target.

T: It’s the first time we’re not pretending we are friends. We’re written on some ancient scroll somewhere about destiny and fated mates.

MAK: Are we wolves or something?

T: I wanted to impress you.

MAK: Do you remember what happened when you tried to impress me on our other first real date?

T: You got fingered at the Eiffel Tower. Are we going to do that again? Yippee!

MAK: I ended up falling on my ass. No flashy stuff I just you.

T: I love you. Look, the suite is on a tentative hold all the time. I never know when all the guys can get together, and we tend to like to hang out and do nothing. It’s easier without other people around because of my bullshit and Law and Robbie’s sports hoopla.

MAK: But why this huge thing?

T: The best part of the money isn’t the size of the room, but the privacy it buys. Get ready to scream. I’m five away.