Bull Raleigh doesn’t do twinks, so why can’t he stop thinking about Jamie even while he’s pushing him away.
Here is an excerpt from the fourth novel in the Indiscreet Series, Bull’s Whip:
So, he spent the next week working hard and trying to talk to make friends with Bull. He’d meet him in the kitchen getting coffee and he’d say, “Good morning, Master Bull,” All he’d get for his trouble was a grunt.
He went to Bull’s office and attempted conversation. “Reed and Bear want me to keep track of expenses; could you give me your expense report for the outside training? I’m going to need it for the monthly report?” Then he waited at Bull’s office door, leaning provocatively against the frame. Looking around he saw that Bull’s office was as austere as Bull himself. Nothing was out of place and it was all minimalist.
“Yeah, here.” Bull shoved the report at him and then closed his door.
He tried being helpful knocking on his door Jamie asked, “I’m going to the kitchen to get some coffee and a scone. Sir, would you like me to bring some coffee back for you?” He asked in a bright, cheery tone, smiling broadly at the thought of being able to do something for his man.
“No, if I want coffee I’ll get my own.” Bull said snappishly; then he walked out of his door and down to the kitchen pointedly ignoring Jamie.
He tried flirting. “I’m leaving to spend some time at the bar tonight. I’m looking to do a scene, are you interested; or we could have a drink and get to know each other?” He stood in front of Bull wearing little more than a loin cloth, his armband showing.
“I’m busy tonight. I have a scene set up with Masato.” Bull said. Jamie thought that Bull took great satisfaction in telling him he was busy.
“Maybe next time,” Jamie said, leaving the office.
As he walked down the hall he heard Bull say, “Not if I can help it.”
Damn, he was doing Masato. Masato was a Eurasian who was beautiful to look at. He eyes slanted slightly and his skin was golden. Masato was handsome in the masculine way Jamie knew he was not. Masato was also built. He looked like he could take anything Bull dished out, not like his own small frame which looked delicate but was wiry and very strong.
The next day in frustration, Jamie asked Bull, “Did I ever do or say something to offend you? Every time I speak to you, you barely answer me and you look at me like I’m shit on your shoe.”
Bull answered in a blunt and forceful manner, “I don’t like twinks.” He got up from behind his desk and loomed menacingly over Jamie.
Jamie answered in disgust, “I’m not a twink. If you took the time to get to know me, you’d know that the way I look has nothing to do with who I am inside.” He dared to step into Bull’s space….
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