The God-like Kinney leaned on the railing on the second floor of Babylon. He was wearing his black tight leather pants he paired with a handsome black sleeveless shirt. He scanned the dance floor for the hottest man as the Leather Ball intensified. Justin had to work and was disappointed he couldn’t come.

Shit, he thought. None of these men seemed to interest him tonight. His chin rested on his hand. Then he saw him.

He wasn’t even dressed appropriately for the celebration.

But he was indeed the hottest man in Babylon.

Justin waved at him, his blue eyes smiling.