sound like you have a secret.”
“No.” He didn‟t want to share his news. Timon would insist on coming over and
seeing his new acquisition, as if Jabez was a pedigreed dog he‟d purchased.
“Come on. Spill. Ooh, and tell me about that big, strapping hunk of sex the other
night. That must‟ve been—”
“Not now. I don‟t feel well. I think I‟m going to throw up.”
“Too much to drink last night? Where did you go, anyway?”
“Later. I have to hang up now.” Andreas cut off Timon‟s overly loud voice with a
flick of his finger. Blessed silence replaced his friend‟s voice in his ear.
He went into the kitchen and surrendered his tray to Mrs. Gamble. The
housekeeper was as neat as always with her shellacked hair and perfectly pressed
uniform hugging her trim figure. Not a wrinkle or stain marred her crisp white apron.
She gazed at the empty dishes and lifted her brows.
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“Guess he was hungry,” Andreas replied.
After taking a few moments to himself in the bathroom, clearing his mind of the
nervous tension Jabez stirred up in him, Andreas returned to the spare bedroom.
Dressed in a dark blue, long-sleeved shirt and black trousers, Jabez appeared even
larger and more imposing. He was taller than Andreas by at least half a head, and his
shoulders were broad enough to brush the door frame on either side when he walked
through it.
“I‟ll show you around first. Then you can have a soak like Dr. Ahim suggested.
The mineral spa is guaranteed to take away all your aches and pains. I‟m so glad I put
one in.”
He glanced at his companion to find him examining the artwork on the walls as
they walked down the hall.
“You like the paintings? Simone‟s a great talent. I bought these at her first gallery
show, and I‟m trying to help promote her work. She deserves success.”
Jabez dismissed the paintings with a grunt and looked down at the floor instead.
Andreas felt foolish as he realized he was trying to impress this man, not with his
wealth, but by showing he wasn‟t attached to it. A patron of the arts and rescuer of
damaged gladiators—oh, he was a real man of the people.
By the time he‟d shown Jabez most of the downstairs, the kitchen, dining room,
living room, and game room, it was apparent his guest‟s energy was flagging.
“I‟ll take you outdoors another time,” Andreas promised as he led him through
the weight room to the spa and pool area.
The blue-green lights shining from underwater, coupled with plentiful vegetation,
gave the room the ambience of a forest grotto. Swimming laps in the pool every day
had become an almost meditative exercise for Andreas. It kept him in shape but also
cleared his head and centered him.
The adjacent smaller pool set in a grove of tall ferns contained all the restorative
minerals found in natural hot springs. A soak in it at the end of each day had also
become part of his routine—when he wasn‟t being rushed from one event to another by
Timon.
He gestured toward the changing room. “I have extra swim trunks if you…”
Jabez was already removing his clothes. His unbuttoned shirtfront revealed
bruised bronze skin, somehow all the sexier seen in a slice rather than completely
revealed. But then he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and Andreas changed his
mind. The man looked equally stunning completely shirtless. He sat on the flagstones
that bordered the pool and removed his shoes and socks, then rose again to unzip the
fly of his trousers.
Andreas was busy removing his own shirt but paused to watch the other man
slide his pants over his hips along with his briefs. In a second he shucked off both of
them and stood as naked as a Grecian statue at the edge of the pool. Andreas felt carved
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of stone himself, incapable of even breathing while he stared at Jabez‟s beautiful body
and his half-erect penis jutting from a thicket of brown hair.
The man exhibited no