Free Blue Moon: Too Good to Be True by A. E. Via

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    Angel let out a throaty laugh when he saw the pink flush on his manager’s cheeks. “He has no experience, Sam, why would I want to hire him?”
    “Umm, well…I was just thinking that, you know, he kind of looked like your type. Being all small and cute,” Sam sputtered nervously. His soft brown eyes never made direct contact with Angel’s dark ones. “He also…uhh…he sort of mentioned that he thought you looked really hot…and—” Sam wrung his long, slender fingers together with anxiety.
    Angel’s usually calm face turned into a scowl as he interrupted Sam’s fumbling. “That guy said that at a job interview. That he thought I was hot.
    Don’t you find that a little disturbing?” He watched Sam turn a shade of crimson as he nodded and cast his eyes down at the bar. “Tell me…did he also put on the application, ‘willing to fuck for pay?’ Hell Sam, if that’s the type of people we’re employing now maybe we can start a small pimping business too,” Angel growled.
    He saw that Sam was starting to squirm under Angel’s direct gaze, so he decided to lighten up on him. He knew Sam had good intentions, hell they all had good intentions, his family just wanted to see Angel happy and settled down. After the fiasco with that weirdo John Meyers on the Fourth of July, he could tell some of his staff felt sorry for his recent bad luck with men.
    Angel didn’t really talk about his love life to his entire staff, but Jazz and Sam were his best friends and the only family he had besides his father and uncles. Sam had been living with his partner for two years now after meeting him at the club. The attraction was instant. Everyone had enjoyed watching that relationship grow into what it had become. He often caught himself watching their exchanges, wishing he had the same good fortune.
    “It’s okay, Sam, I know what you’re trying to do, both of you.” He turned and looked at Jazz, who was now listening in on the conversation and looking sheepish herself. She was just as guilty as Sam. They were both only interviewing hot gay guys, hoping Angel might be attracted to one. “When I meet that special someone, I’ll know it…okay? Just let me handle it …really…no more hookups, got it?” Angel stated firmly.
     
    “I told you it was a stupid idea, Jazz. It was all her fault, Angel. I really didn’t want to do it,” Sam ratted out Jazz like they were both up for execution and only one would be granted a pardon.
    “Et tu, Brute,” Jazz snarled at Sam. She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.
    What the hel am I going to do with these two? Angel let out an exasperated breath and shook his head. It was like Angel had two younger siblings that he was always refereeing or chastising for their ridiculous antics.
    Then there were times when he had to be unyielding and put his foot down. He looked at them with a serious expression, letting them know that he’d meant what he said. Then he quirked up one side of his mouth soothing their hurt expressions and pulled them both into him. They went eagerly and he felt the love between them that they had for each other.
    Angel couldn’t have asked for a more caring family. He laid a gentle kiss on Jazz’s neck, before turning to place a chaste kiss on Sam’s pouty lips.
    When he pulled back, he looked up, and locked his gaze on the most gorgeous face in the world. On the opposite side of the bar stood ‘his man’…Maximus. Angel pulled his lips into a full smile, but it quickly fell away when he took in the angered expression on Max’s face.
    What the hel ? Why is he looking at me like th— Before Angel could finish the thought, it finally registered. He had just kissed another man on the mouth right in front of Max. Fuck. He saw Max spin around and head back toward the front entrance, completely ignoring Angel yelling out his name and calling for him to stop. This cannot be happening like this. Angel was drawing the attention of a