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

few customers but he didn’t give a shit. There was no way that he could let Max leave, not with him thinking God knew what. Angel caught up to him as soon as he reached for the door handle, and he put his strong hand on Max’s shoulder to stop him from opening it. Max spun around and hissed low in Angel’s face. “Fuck off,” he spat.
    “Max hold on please, it’s not want you think.” Angel knew he sounded like a damn soap opera, but he was trying to get his brain to send rational words for him to speak. However, his brain was still registering that Maximus was in his club dressed and looking like an Abercrombie & Fitch model and
    he smelled like soap and the most alluring cologne. Max’s face was two inches from his, his blue-gray eyes looking like the sky after a storm.
    “It’s not what I think, huh? Okay, if it’s not what I think , then I’ll tell you what I know .” Max stepped in even closer to Angel, which was crazy, since they were already nose to nose. “I know I just saw you kiss a woman on her neck as she rubbed her tits against you, and then you turned your head and tongued down some dude right there in front of everyone. Are y’all some type of swingers or something?” Max’s Southern accent sounded more pronounced since he was angry. “Well you can forget about recruiting me into y’alls kinky shit…I’m outta here.”
    “Maximus, please, just listen for one second and you’ll see that that is not what’s going on here at all…please…just one second!” Angel yelled at Max, trying to be heard over the loud music the DJ was playing. Angel knew that he was begging in front of several spectators, who he was certain had never seen him chase down a man before. They just didn’t know that he was fighting for the man he knew he was destined to love for the rest of his life.
    Max had come to him, to his club, had sought him out…he wasn’t letting him get away that easily. He didn’t give a rat’s ass what other people were thinking, because when he saw the hurt expression on Max’s beautiful face he wasn’t too proud to beg.
    “Ten seconds,” Max growled. “Start talking.”
     
    Max didn’t know why he was giving Angel a chance to explain. He knew what he’d seen with his own two eyes. What was even crazier was that Angel didn’t owe him any explanation at all, they weren’t even a couple. Just because they had shared a couple drinks in a pub, and foiled a robbery…that hardly meant they were in a relationship. However, Max couldn’t help but feel like he was owed something. This man had occupied his every waking thought during the day…and every damn dream he had at night, so the hell with relationship protocol.
     
    Angel was looking so goddamn perfect with his hair loose and flowing down his strong back. His black slacks fit him like they were made specifically for his round ass and muscular thighs. The dark chocolate collared shirt’s top two buttons were undone and Max could see that Angel wasn’t a hairy man. Thank God. He looked into those dark pleading eyes and knew in his soul that Angel was getting ready to tell him the truth and nothing but the truth. Shit, if he’s going to look at me like that anytime we have an argument then I’m fucked.
    Max was fucked any way he looked at it. He and Angel hadn’t even been on one date yet and already the passion and intensity shone around them like a royal blue aura. Immediately, Max began to feel exposed by the piercing eyes. He thought Angel must’ve have sensed his unease, because he asked him if they could talk some place a little more private.
    Max followed Angel back through the club to the elevator adjacent from the restrooms. Max was more than conscious at the concerned expressions coming from Angel’s staff. He felt like he was an enemy that had breached their walls and was taking away their king as they watched them disappear around the corner.
    Angel pressed the button for the elevator and waited for it to