The car pulled up to a six-star hotel. Anna helped Howard inside to check in. Wary of the ever-present paparazzi, Jasper was still very cautious.
About ten minutes later, he put on a mask and sunglasses and slipped in through the back door.
"Sir, we'll be going now..." Anna was extremely worried, but what could she say?
Jasper waved them away, his eyes fixed on the man lying on the bed, cheeks flushed a deep red.
'Perhaps he should find a woman to help Howard sort this out. That Nate Jennings fellow would do nicely, too. But he had his own selfish reasons. He didn't want to do that.'
Shrugging off his restrictive shirt to reveal a firm chest, he walked step by step toward Howard.
'He was also curious—was Howard a top or a bottom? But at the moment, he didn't know how to confirm it.'
He opened a case he kept for such occasions and took out two bullet vibrators.
Howard woke with a start from a night of nightmares, drenched in sweat.
