Fool for Love (Believe #2) Read Online Free Page B

on the lips, squeezing him before letting go.
    “How are you, Safiro?” I ask him, taking in his outfit. He’s in bright, yellow tights, brown boots, and a long, suede leather jacket. As usual, he’s flaunting the fact that he’s far from what society refers to as ‘normal’ , and I love his confidence.
    “Oh, I’m fabulous !” He smiles wide, eyes all bright and shining, and I wonder if the reason for it could be the man candy he left with last night.
    “Good lordy, that man,” he sighs dramatically, confirming my thoughts. I laugh again when he rolls his eyes and fans his heated cheeks.
    “He showed you a good time, eh?” I ask him. He nods enthusiastically.
    “You could say that again.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I link my arm with his as we turn to his newsstand.
    “I’m so happy for you, my friend,” I say, taking the newspaper he hands me.
    “We’re going to meet up again tonight after my gig at FBD .”
    “That soon? Didn’t you wear him out last night?”
    “Giiiiirl…” He pauses, grabs my upper arms and leans into my face. “When you find such a fine specimen of a man, and when he makes you praise the Virgin Mary, even when you’re not a Catholic, three times in one night? You make sure you get another sexathon set up asap!”
    “Three times?” I whisper, kind of in awe that it’s even physically possible for a guy to come so many times in such a short time.
    “Mm-hmm.” He winks as he releases me, and I smile gently at him. Safiro is like me in many ways: he falls headfirst into love the moment he meets a new guy. But at least he’s only into men, so I guess he has less to worry about than me in some ways.
    “What’s his name?” I ask him as I begin to turn the pages to find the ads in the back.
    “Dexter,” he answers. I pause, glancing at him.
    “ Dexter ?! Oh, poor guy,” I murmur.
    Safiro snickers at me.
    “Well, yes, but I just call him Dex or Man Eater,” he says. We start to cackle like old women at the same time.
    I wipe a lock of hair away from my cheek and smile gently at him.
    “I hope he’ll do right by you, Safiro.”
    “As long as he doesn’t go too alpha on me and demands to know my every move, I’ll be fine,” he reassures me.
    Safiro has had to deal with lots of weirdos since he started moonlighting as a drag queen at the club Fire Down Below – FDB for short – a year ago; but I’m not exactly worried about him. I know he can take care of himself. The bouncers there always make sure the performers have a ride home, and they even offer to be their chauffeurs from time to time. It’s a cool place, and one I love to go to whenever I’m just out to have some fun.
    Safiro is one fantastic dancer! Sometimes, I wish he swung both ways. Then again, maybe our friendship wouldn’t have become as strong as it is if he were bi.
    Who knows? I love him as if he were my brother, and I’ll miss him dreadfully when I leave.
    “I’ve already marked a few possible jobs for you,” he says, bringing my thoughts back to the matter at hand.
    Job hunting. Ugh.
    “Oh?” I ask him. I scan the ads quickly, and then stop when I see one highlighted in an extremely bright pink marker multiple times.
    “ Pole dancer?! ” I ask him, narrowing my eyes at him.
    He shrugs innocently. “Why not?”
    I look down at my flat chest and then point at it. “Errm…I don’t exactly have the right body for it.”
    “Oh, darlin’, you have an incredible body! Any guy or woman would get the hots for you if you danced for them.”
    I shake my head. “Thanks, but I don’t think so.”
    He sighs and scratches his cheek. “What about becoming an escort, then?”
    I gape at him, completely lost for words.
    “What?” he asks me. “ Oh !” His eyes widen, and he smirks at me. “You don’t understand. I didn’t mean the kind of escort that will have you get down and dirty with all sorts of clients.”
    “Oh, really?” I raise an eyebrow at him and cross my arms,