Thorne forced himself to stand. “Whoa.” The room spun, and he had to wait a few seconds before he was certain he could make it to the bathroom without crashing to the floor.

“Lie down for a bit if you’d like,” he told Dash. “I’m going to grab a shower and then I’ve got to get back to work.”

“You’re working on a Friday night?”

Thorne sighed. “I’m always working.”

CHAPTER THREE

“So we’re done?” Dash asked when Thorne emerged from the bathroom.

“Yes.” Thorne had never wanted Marc or any of the other rent boys to stay. But Dash… No. Thorne had work to do. Days’ worth of work and he only had until his midday flight on Sunday to finish it. Playtime was over.

Dash didn’t say anything else. He simply picked up his clothes and headed into the bathroom. Thorne watched his ass every step of the way, sinking his teeth into his lower lip to keep from calling him back.

When he sat down at his desk, he deliberately shifted in his seat, enjoying how sore he was. Once he heard the shower spray, he turned his attention to his laptop. By the time Dash exited the bathroom, Thorne had written a large chunk of the first report he needed to finish. He glanced at the time. Wow, Dash had been in there for half an hour. Surely he hadn’t needed to jack off again. “You do have hot water at home, right?”

“Yes,” Dash said. “As you pointed out, I’m well compensated, though my shower is about half that size.”

Thorne did like the luxuries his hard work had earned him, and the extra-large shower was one of his favorite indulgences. But was that bitterness in Dash’s tone? He hadn’t meant to be an ass, again. “I didn’t mean—”

Dash held up a hand. “I have sex for money. It’s my choice. It’s a hell of a lot more fun than other things I could do to save up for school, trust me.”

Thorne wouldn’t dispute that. Working retail or any service industry job was just a different way of getting screwed. As long as the clients were vetted—and Thorne knew they were—and Dash had a say in whom he worked for… Yeah, it could be much worse.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay?” Dash chose that moment to unhook the towel he’d wrapped around his waist and let it drop. Thorne couldn’t resist giving him a thorough once-over.

Having him stay was tempting, but Thorne would never finish his work if he did. “I told the service I only needed a few hours of your time. And, as I already told you, I have work to do.”

“You have heard of weekends, right?”