Feeling a bit sober, Ethan turned around, and their eyes connected his meeting those bright green eyes. Their faces were so close to each other that Ethan had to lean back a bit, putting some space between them. Slowly and without shame, he let his eyes travel from those piercing green eyes down to the man’s broad chest, stopping at his crotch and moving back up again. The man raised an eyebrow, “See something you like?” Cocky bastard, thought Ethan. “Well, well, Tyler Hamilton.” Ethan smiled wide, “Isn’t this a surprise? What are you doing here?” Ethan always had a crush on Tyler since the first time they met. Ethan guessed Tyler had a right to be cocky. He was sexy as hell. The dark suit with a white shirt he was wearing looked like it was made for him and likely was. Tyler was not a small man in stature, Ethan guessed he was about six-one, and two hundred and fifty pounds of hard muscles. He had naturally olive skin and wavy black hair and recently, over th...