Jonah's gaze burned with a mix of longing, sorrow, and something deeply affectionate.

The world swam back into focus as Julien looked at Jonah. Without preamble, he asked, "Are you new? How much do you charge per night?"

Light-headed and grinning, Julien reached out a hand, his fingers brushing softly against Jonah's cheek. "You're pretty good-looking," he said, his voice slurred. Then his expression shifted. "Why do you... look so much like someone I hate with every fiber of my being?"

Jonah's heart clenched. Even so, he slid his arms around Julien's waist. Trembling, he pulled Julien into his arms. I'm new here. Could you help me meet my target tonight, Mr. Lovelace?"

Julien's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Jonah.

Jonah's eyes teared up as he held Julien's waist tightly. "I promise you won't be disappointed," he said, his voice deep.

Watching from the shadows below the stage, Evan nearly gagged at Jonah's sultry tone. Was this really the Judas he knew? The man sounded downright flirtatious.

Julien shivered all over, the rasp of Jonah's voice and the heat of his breath against his neck setting off an unsettling current inside him.

saw that face clearly-the

jolt of anger shot through him. He struggled against Jonah's hold,

his eyes, though, remained undiminished. "Fuck off!

Julien slip away again. In a swift, unexpected move, he swept Julien into a princess carry and leaped off

rippled through the crowd as Jonah strode

him effortlessly,

silently, his mind spinning. Jonah had changed so

was about to push the door open, something made him

there. But the

his head. He could have sworn someone had been watching

I don't want to see

gently set Julien in the back seat of a

rage.

drunk, Julien's blows were powerful enough

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