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earlier there are two queens in my rooms, so your virtue will remain in place.”
    Blake gave a sly smile. “That’s been gone since that day I went into Tommy’s garage to help him fix his motorcycle.”
    That earned him an arched brow. “Tommy Danielson? Since when is he gay?”
    “Since he bent me over his bike and took my virginity.”
    While Blake was acting all blasé about the incident, in actuality it had been pretty traumatising. It had hurt like hell and Tommy hadn’t even bothered to so much as kiss Blake. Then, once they were done, he’d barely given Blake time to do his pants up before kicking him out. That was after warning Blake that if he ever spoke of the incident, Tommy would kill him. A threat Blake had taken seriously. With good reason, too, since Tommy was currently serving life in Jackson prison for murder.
    Deke frowned. “Tommy was a bastard. Did he hurt you?”
    Blake forced himself to shrug. “I’ve always been able to handle myself.”
    “Why do I have a feeling that you’re not telling me everything?”
    A pulse of fear went through Blake as he remembered the smell of grease, the way Tommy’s hot breath had felt against the back of his neck, the utter humiliation that had come over Blake as he’d walked home.
    “It’s no big deal. I’ll bet most first times aren't exactly the best,” Blake replied.
    “I would have made sure you'd loved it,” Deke breathed.
    A sense of bitterness and regret washed over Blake. “You would've had to notice I was alive in the first place. Not that I blame you for not knowing who I was. I barely had any friends and I never spoke up or anything. In fact, I made it a point not to get noticed while I was in school. It made things so much easier that way.”
    Until his father had left, it had been much the same way at home, too. While it had hurt him in so many ways, in another way it was a small blessing. It had caused Blake to take refuge in his drawing and in the end it had made him a better artist.
    The elevator doors opened, ending whatever further conversation may have taken place. Blake hoisted up his backpack, which happened to be his only piece of luggage, and walked out. The boxes of his merchandise would hopefully be waiting at the front desk for him in the morning.
    He followed Deke down the long, heavily carpeted hallway. All the while he tried hard not to gape at the nice furniture in the lounge area and the high-priced artwork on the wall. It sure as hell beat the plain vanilla décor on Blake’s floor.
    When Deke opened the door, Blake wasn’t overly surprised to find himself entering a huge, upscale suite. It still didn’t mean that Blake wasn’t impressed. He even reached out to touch the marble countertop of the kitchenette. His heart skipped in excitement when he spotted a huge whirlpool tub.
    Damn, he’d give his left nut to spend an hour in that thing. His back had always been prone to muscle spasms and after standing for most of the day, he was hurting.
    As if sensing his thoughts, Deke ran a hand over Blake’s shoulder. “Why don’t you take a long soak? I have some calls to make, so it’s not like you’ll be ignoring me or anything.”
    It was all Blake could do not to dance on the balls of his feet in excitement. “You sure you don’t mind?”
    Even as he asked that, he was already opening his bag to take out his sleeping pants. He was so geeky he didn’t even care that they had cartoon pictures of The Muppets all over them.
    Deke waved him away and Blake retreated to the bathroom. He filled the tub up and got in, the muscles in his body instantly relaxing. He let out a sigh of relief as he sank deeper into the hot water.
    Okay, he must have died, because this was heaven. There could be no other explanation. As he closed his eyes, he allowed himself to drift halfway to sleep. The muted sound of Deke’s voice came through the door.
    Blake would have liked to have stayed in there all night, but once he started to