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what guy doesn’t like his cock sucked? Actually, sweetheart, sometimes I think you use work and things like this Terrebone obsession to take the place of relationships and sex. Maybe it’s because you’d really like to be with men but aren’t facing it.”
    “Come on, Debbie, I’m twenty-seven years old. If I was attracted to guys, I’d know it.”
    Her warm brown eyes gazed at him with affection. “And do you know it?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Are you attracted to guys and just ignoring it because you think it’s not okay for you?”
    Hell, was he? He sure had loved the wanking sessions in college. He’d had a few in high school too. And last night? Okay, not going there. “Why would that be true? The ballet world is filled with gay men. I was raised with them.”
    “Yeah, but your father got accused of being gay even though he was married and had a kid. Right?”
    “Yeah, it pissed him off.”
    “So? Did you decide it was not okay for your family to be gay? For you to be?”
    He threw himself back into the cushy chair and flopped his legs over the arm. Yeah, his father didn’t mind gay men, as long as they weren’t in his family. Deep down, Mac knew that his father had run Paavo off to keep him away from his son. But he hadn’t wanted to have sex with the guy. Just admired him. Hadn’t he? “Crap, this is too deep for me. And for the record, I didn’t have sex with Medveyev, so the point is moot.”
    “So what did you do that’s got you so damned worked up?”
    He threw his legs back on the floor. “Crap, I jerked him off, and he did the same to me, and it was just because I tried to massage his sore damned leg, and he got this hard-on, and he’s beautiful and… Shit.”
    She got up and knelt in front of him. He tried to avoid her eyes but felt her hand on his cheek. “Yeah, sweetie. Like I said.”

Chapter Five
     
    He needed a drink. Trelain stepped out of the backstage door and walked down a short stretch of hall to the reception area. It was packed with people in formal dress, laughing and sipping from champagne glasses. Yes, bubbly. He would need a good bit of that if he was going to survive yet another donors’ reception.
    A waiter walked by with a tray, and Trelain snagged a glass. He glanced at the guy’s cute butt. Hmm, might enjoy the boy more than the champagne, but he would be good, at least for a little while. He slicked a hand down his satin lapel. Although he knew his hosts would have preferred he remain in costume and makeup, he’d changed into a tuxedo and cleaned his face. Prancing around in costume made him feel like a commodity.
    “Mr. Medveyev, uh, Trelain…”
    He turned to find Allison Archer, done up to the nines in green satin. While not her best color, he gave her kudos for diverging from black. He smiled.
    “Do you mind? I have so many people I want you to meet.”
    He gave a small bow. “I’m at your service.” Another swig of champagne provided the fortitude.
    While she clearly thought about it first, she reached out and took his arm. What did she think? That he was contagious, or his gayness might rub off? Probably just being respectful, but c’mon, he was twenty-four. She was old enough to be his mother.
    She beamed. “Let me introduce you to some of our favorite people.” He took a deep breath as she led him to the first group of well-dressed patrons.
    Nearly an hour later, his face hurt from smiling, and he’d run out of champagne. He glanced around for the waiter. One of the men in his group would not be quiet on the subject of the arts elevating the community. Bollocks. His head hurt. At least the man had warmed to his subject and no comment seemed to be required to keep him going.
    Where the hell was that waiter when he needed him? Trying not to look bored, Trelain glanced over Allison’s shoulder. Fucking hell. A man was staring at him. And what a man. Very tall, with a full head of silver hair that contrasted with a young face. A great