Andrew stepped in the private restaurant room first. He bowed and expressed his apologies.
"I am sorry for being late. The traffic was bad. I hope I didn't let you wait for too long," he politely said.
Behind him was Jasper standing. A dull, bored look sat on his face, showing no intention the greet the people in the room.
This made the air awkward for a second, and the perceptive Andrew noticed it, nudging Jasper.
Jasper raised his head, glanced at the bunch of men sitting around the table for a second, and nodded.
Before he removed his gaze, a particular pair of bright eyes fell into his attention. The middle-aged man didn't hide his perverted, intense desire for Jasper.
Being stared at so blatantly while being dissected brought a bout of nausea within Jasper.
At the same time, in rage, Jasper wanted to dig out those eyes of his, so that he couldn't leer anymore.
But he thought it would be too dirty for him to touch.
