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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Patrick's found the man of his dreams, literally. Ever since Patrick met Gino at a company mixer, he's been having erotic dreams. Incredibly sexy dreams. Dreams that leave Patrick totally spent and feeling more than a little unhinged. How does a guy tell the world's most beautiful man to get out of his dreams? Especially when Patrick's pretty sure that beautiful man isn't exactly human.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Sips, 2011 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: October 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [29 KB]
Words: 5759
Reading time: 16-23 min.

He was easily the most beautiful man Patrick had ever seen. Tall and lithe, with a full head of curly dark hair, the man wore a Hawaiian shirt open at the neck, giving Patrick a tantalizing view of smooth, cream-colored skin. Patrick could see why the guy had drawn such a large group. He was more than just good looking. He had an easy smile, which he used often, and a laugh that invited everyone to join in.

Then there were the subliminal messages the guy sent out. The way he turned his full attention on whoever was talking. The way he leaned in a little closer, but not too close. The way he tilted his head and let his gaze drift just a little lower before he refocused on a face. The guy practically oozed sex appeal.

Was he part of the company, someone's client, or a potential client? Patrick was sure he'd never met the man before. Him, Patrick would have remembered, even if he'd seen the guy in some stuffy office or a tension-filled boardroom rather than at a casual social occasion where the air was warm and sultry, the drinks were free, and more than one deal would be made in bed rather than on paper.

Patrick felt himself pulled in by the man's charisma, almost like he'd planted an electro-magnet in the middle of Patrick's chest and turned the charge on full bore. Patrick polished off the gin and tonic he'd been nursing and set it on a table. He had to resist the urge to straighten his tie as he crossed the terrace toward the group. He was one the few men at the mixer wearing a suit. Most were dressed in business casual, but Patrick was a good ten years older than the majority of the people he worked with, and he just felt more comfortable in a suit.

"How do you like my party?" the man asked Patrick before Patrick could even introduce himself.