Wayward Son by Shae Connor

drawn-out case. Not that I think settlement is on the table.” He held up a hand to forestall Mikey’s automatic protest. “We will be working to have the lawsuit dismissed.”
    Quinn returned then, handed out the copies, and set the original on Mr. Day’s desk. Mr. Day picked up his glasses and settled in. “Now. Let’s go over this point by point.”
     
     
    A N HOUR later Quinn escorted Mikey back through the lobby. He paused before he pushed open the door. “This isn’t official word from the firm,” he said in a low voice. “But it’s going to be okay. Anyone who talks to you for more than five minutes knows there’s no way you could ever do any of that.”
    Mikey could only nod, body and mind numb from the accusations he’d read and the legal language he’d tried to wade through with help from Mr. Day. “Thanks,” he managed before heading to his car.
    Once in the driver’s seat, he leaned his head against the steering wheel and just breathed for a few minutes. Damn, this sucked. He trusted Mr. Day to do his dead-level best to clear Mikey’s name, but the stuff he said about precedents and responses and the case law he quoted mostly went over Mikey’s head. Mikey wasn’t dumb by any means, but only someone who’d studied law in depth could have made sense of that stuff.
    Someone who’d studied law in depth.
    Mikey smacked his head on the steering wheel once before he reached for his phone to call Jimmy.
     
     
    “I WISH I could come now, honey.”
    Mikey still sat in his car twenty minutes later, after pouring out everything that had happened into Jimmy’s sympathetic ear. This was at least the third time Jimmy had apologized to him for not being able to get away from the resort immediately, both Shaun and his part-timer having taken the day off and the usual weekend rush starting in the morning.
    “It’s okay,” Mikey said for at least the third time. “Just talking to you helps. Mr. Day sure seems to know what he’s doing, so I’ll trust him. And you’ll be here day after tomorrow.”
    “Wouldn’t miss it for all the tea in China.” Jimmy’s voice held his usual cheerful tone, underlaid with a layer of warmth that wrapped around Mikey’s insides like a blanket. “And not just for Coco’s show. Can’t wait to get up close and personal with you again.”
    The warmth slid lower, making Mikey’s cock throb. “Me too,” he whispered. He knew what Jimmy wanted. What Cory wanted. Mikey wanted it too, even though the thought of sex with the two men left him equal parts horny and terrified. Push past the fear , he kept telling himself, and maybe by Saturday night he’d be able to do it.
    “Damn. Now I’m all het up, and I gotta get back to work.” Jimmy laughed. “You get home and do what you need to do. Class tonight, right?”
    Mikey snorted. “Yeah. All the joys of ancient art. Whoopee.”
    “Hang in there, babe. You’ll get through it. Cory said you were coming for dinner tomorrow?”
    Mikey had forgotten. “Yeah, he wants me to approve his outfit before the show.” Mikey didn’t know why. He’d been captivated from the first time he laid eyes on Coco, so Cory obviously didn’t need Mikey’s help.
    “I think mostly he just wants to see you,” Jimmy replied. “You boys have fun, then, and you call me anytime you need to. Otherwise I’ll see you on Saturday.”
    “Saturday,” Mikey agreed, a flash of heat running through his body again at the thought. Whatever Jimmy and Cory had in mind, Mikey just hoped he’d survive it. If nothing else he’d like more than one crack at it.
     
     
    “W HAT DO you think? Too much?”
    Mikey looked up from the dining room table, where he’d been working on the next drawing for class, and nearly swallowed his tongue.
    Cory—and it was Cory, without the makeup and wig that completed the transformation into Coco—stood before him wearing a red-fringed dress that clung to every one of his padded-and-spandexed curves. Sleeveless