“Good. The new client is an uptight-as-hell businessman, but I like him.” Riley tensed as he heard the slightly wistful tone in his voice. He more than liked Thorne. The man intrigued the hell out of Riley. He couldn’t wait to go back and see what else he could do to help Thorne let go. He wasn’t sure where he’d gotten the nerve to push Thorne so hard the week before, but something about him called to Riley. He’d had uptight clients before, but Thorne seemed desperate for something. The longing in his eyes when he’d looked at Riley after his shower had been so intense. Riley hadn’t thought Thorne would give in to the suggestion that he stay longer, but he’d been thrilled when he had. Licking cake off him was one of the hottest things Riley had ever done, and that was saying a lot.

“Uh-oh,” Susan said. Damn, she had caught his tone.

“What?” Play it off.

“I’ve never heard you use that tone when talking about a client, or anyone else for that matter.”

“I’ve enjoyed plenty of clients.”

“Not like that.”

True. He’d jerked off to thoughts of Thorne most nights that week. He’d even imagined Thorne when he was with other clients. He’d often pictured an actor or a porn star, sure, but never another client. Was he getting himself in trouble? Should he cancel their appointment that night?

Riley imagined Thorne sitting at home alone, working, lonely, and tense because he didn’t show up. Or what if Sheila sent someone else to fuck him?

No, Thorne was his.

Fuck, that kind of thinking was definitely a bad sign.

It’s good money. I’d be crazy to cancel. Thorne had left a mind-boggling tip.

“Riley, are you okay?” Susan asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“This guy must be rather impressive.”

“He is. Totally hot.”

“Young like you?”

Young clients were rare, in part because of the expense. Riley didn’t come cheap, which was why he was going to be able to start culinary school very soon.

“No. He’s forty-two.”

“Ha! That sounds young to me, but I guess not to you. This old geezer must keep himself in shape.”

Riley grinned. “Yes, he does.”

“Too bad you can’t introduce me.”

Riley shook his head.

“I suppose he only goes for men, anyway.”

“That’s not something I ask.”

“I guess not, too personal. Even if you’ve had your dick in his ass.”

Riley made a strangled noise. “Susan!”

She ignored his protest. “The Italian cream is ready to go in the oven. What about the cupcakes?”

Riley slipped the trays of mini cupcakes and the round pans of cake batter in the oven, and Susan set two timers.

“Are you seeing him again tonight?” she asked.

“Yeah; he used to have a regular Friday night thing with Marc. I’ve taken that over now.”