“I learned some of that from my dad and the rest from the man who hired me.” Thorne looked as though he wanted to add more but ultimately, he didn’t.

Thorne finally tasted his kartoffelpuffer then. His response was nearly as dramatic as Dash’s had been. “These are amazing.”

Dash smiled. “They are.” Since Thorne had answered his earlier question honestly, Dash gave a little more. “Most escorts learn from someone else in the business who thinks we’d make a good candidate and coaches us.”

“Did Marc teach you?”

Thorne’s expression told Dash he didn’t like the idea. Was he jealous? Dash wasn’t sure he should analyze how that made him feel. “Yes.”

“Were you lovers?” Before Dash could answer Thorne held up a hand. “That was probably out of line.”

“Possibly. Marc and I were occasional fuck buddies, but lovers, as in boyfriends, no. Marc’s way too much of a prima donna for me.”

Thorne laughed. “He is rather particular, but he’s good at letting go when he’s in the mood to.”

“He really knows how to top a reluctant bottom, and he can also surrender beautifully when a client is in the mood. I see why he worked for you.” They would have been beautiful together. He’d love to watch Marc pin Thorne down and make him beg the way Dash had.

“That’s a sexy smile. What are you thinking about?” Thorne asked.

“A threeway.”

Thorne sputtered as if he’d swallowed the wrong way. “With Marc and…”

“You,” Dash said.

Thorne stared, looking torn between nervousness and desire.

“Don’t worry. Marc’s in California, so it won’t go beyond fantasy.”

THORNE NODDED. “THAT’S probably best.” As hot as it would be to see Marc and Dash together, Thorne wanted Dash all to himself. He wanted to cocoon him away from the world and pretend… Pretend what exactly? That they were lovers, boyfriends? That was absurd. “I’m not good at sharing attention.”

Dash rolled his eyes. “Of course you’re not.”

Jordan arrived then with their dinner, and Thorne was glad to have something to focus on other than the lust in Dash’s eyes. His entree was exactly as Dash had described, and it smelled amazing.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” The server deliberately looked at Thorne. “Was the appetizer to your liking?”

“Very much so. Dash, do you need anything?”

Dash looked up, surprised. “Oh, no. This is excellent, thank you.”

Jordan nodded and backed away.

“They aren’t used to me bringing anyone here who’s not as old and boring as I am.”

Dash studied Thorne like he’d never seen him before. “First of all, you’re not old; sure, you’re older than me, but—”

Thorne shook his head. “Stop while you’re ahead.”

“But boring? Not for one second have I thought you were boring.”