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

hum its way down to the lower level. They didn’t speak as they rode and got out on the third level. Again, Max was floored at scenery. He assumed this level was closed since the strobe lights and televisions were not on, but Max thought it made it very romantic with the moon providing their only light. Soft music played on the speakers, and he wondered how the hell he couldn’t hear the loud techno music that played on the floor just below them.
    He noticed that Angel didn’t bother to turn on any lights, but went straight to the bar and began to fix them both a drink.
    “I don’t want a fucking drink, Angel.”
    Angel’s response was one raised eyebrow, as he proceeded to pull out two Glencairn whiskey glasses and pour two fingers full of Maker’s 46
    bourbon. He walked over to Max confidently and pointed to one of the tables. “Can we sit please?”
     
    He followed Angel as he led them to two plush chairs situated on the edge of the dimly lit dance floor. Max was brimming with irritation at the waiting game that Angel was obviously playing. He honed in on Angel’s mouth as the man took the eloquent glass and slowly brought it to his lips and took a small sip. He saw him grimace a little at the burn of the strong liquor. Max watched Angel sit and nurse his drink carelessly as if they were waiting in a restaurant lounge for their table to be ready.
    Angel’s calm demeanor was really wearing thin on his nerves. If Angel didn’t start talking in the next two seconds then he was leaving. Right at that thought, Angel brought one booted foot up to rest on the opposite knee and spoke calmly.
    “Maximus, the two people behind my bar are my best friends…my family. They have been here with me since I first opened Blue Moon’s doors four years ago. The women’s name is Jazz, she’s the server’s manager and she’s married to an FBI detective that I greatly respect. Most importantly Jazz has the wrong parts for me. I’m gay, not bi.
    “The man you saw me kiss is Sam. He’s my bar manager. He and his partner, who was sitting at the bar, are one hundred percent exclusive. I can understand that to someone on the outside looking in, the gesture would appear a little intimate, but I assure you it’s far from that. Neither one of us have ever had those types of feelings for each other, we are like brothers and sister.
    “Which, for the record, I was just fussing at them for butting in like siblings do and trying to find me a love interest. They are both so blissfully happy with their partners. It’s difficult for them to see me without someone sometimes, that’s all…but they mean well. That’s why I hugged them. I stopped having one-night conquests a while ago because it just wasn’t fulfilling anymore. Something very important is missing and they wanted to try to fill that void.” Angel stopped and chuckled a little. “Instead of interviewing for my new bartenders they were interviewing to find me a husband.”
    Max knew all the blood had left his body and drained to his face, because it suddenly felt like it was on fire. He had made a complete fool of himself in
    front of Angel’s family. If he would’ve just sat his ass down on the stool and waited five damn minutes Angel probably would’ve introduced him to them.
    Of course he had to go off half-cocked and make Angel chase him and beg him to listen in his own fucking club. Max had required the man to swallow his pride…a man he didn’t even really know…yet. He was sure Angel wouldn’t want him now, since he’d acted like a jealous control freak. He had never behaved this way with any of the women he’d dated. How the hell could he do that to him? What the hel is wrong with me? Max may have to accept the fact that he might have just blown his chance with Angel, a chance he didn’t even know how much he’d wanted until now. What should I fucking say now? Angel was patiently watching Max debate with himself while he drank his bourbon.
    “Jesus