Nate and the New Yorker

By Kevin Klehr

Nate once had the love of his life, but he's met Cameron, a New York millionaire with an eccentric cross-dressing butler.

Cameron is keen to share his world of classy restaurants, Broadway shows, and fabulous parties, and while Nate’s friends see the makings of a fantasy romance, it’s Nate who has to learn how to open his heart again.

But is Cameron simply second best?

• Language: English
• Publisher: NineStar Press
• Release date: May 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370492145

Kevin Klehr

Kevin is the author of a number of books including the Actors and Angels series and the Nate and Cameron Collection.The Actors and Angels series are three comedies that take place in the theatre district of the Afterlife. In this continuing story, two friends explore their love for each other through several lifetimes with the help of a gay angel. The third in the series scored a Rainbow Award for Best Gay Alternative Universe/Reality novel.The Nate and Cameron Collection are two novellas that delve into a relationship between a dreamer and a realist, where the latter is coming to terms with loving second best. The two stories, Nate and the New Yorker and Nate’s Last Tango, are also available in one paperback edition.His dystopian novel, Social Media Central, explores a future where everyone is addicted to their screens and where murder is just a keystroke away. And his new novella, Winter Masquerade, whimsically explains why Wednesday is not the day to fall in love.Kevin lives with his long-term partner, Warren, in their humble apartment (affectionately named Sabrina), in Australia’s own “Emerald City,” Sydney.

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Nate and the New Yorker

Copyright © 2017 Kevin Klehr

Cover Art by Natasha Snow ©Copyright 2017

Edited by: Jason Bradley

Published in 2017 by NineStar Press, New Mexico, USA.

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, NineStar Press, LLC.

Warning

This book contains sexually explicit content, which is only suitable for mature readers.

Nate and the New Yorker

Nate and Cameron, Book 1

Kevin Klehr

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

About the Author

To my beautiful man and fellow traveler, Warren.

Chapter One

I think Prague is for lovers, said Ben. He’d just complained about how milky the coffee was in the Czech Republic, and now this. Yeah. Prague is the place you take your one true love.

Then what’s Paris? I asked.

That’s easy, replied Lucy. Paris is where you have a steamy affair.

Then I guess Amsterdam is for singles to get up to mischief, I added.

My friends stared into space as if they were pondering the meaning of life, while their goulash was getting cold. I looked at my food. The enticing mix of hearty cuisine slopped on my plate had me slobbering like a mutt. My knife cracked the surface of my deep-fried potato rösti, and as my fork made its way to my lips, it had to stop so I could take in the odor of this salty indulgence.

Really, Nathan! Lucy glared at me as if she was watching some kinky sex act even she’d disapprove of. Just eat the bloody thing. I swear sex and food stimulate the same part of your brain.

I crunched hard, making sure my grin reached both ears. She rolled her eyes and shoved a huge chunk of carrot and beef in her mouth before smirking. Strange violin music came from above. As I glanced up at the tinny speaker, the middle-aged waitress who looked as if she should cut down on sampling the food sidled up to me.

You like?

She pointed to the speaker. I wanted to say it sounded like someone was murdering that musical instrument, but I decided to keep my mouth shut.

My son. He practice music. Good, eh? The three of us nodded. I make louder. She marched away proudly.

Eat quickly, said Ben. That music sounds like someone is strangling a cat.

I never pictured a woman her age wearing lilac, stated Lucy.

Well, we are away from the tourist spots, I said. You have to expect local charm when we eat in this district.

And the food is better, said Ben. He waved the chunk of meat on his fork to emphasize his point. He chewed, swallowed, and then pointed at us with his knife. What’s been your favorite city on this trip?

Barcelona, Lucy replied.

Yes, I agree, I said. Amsterdam was fun. Hey, it was a lot of fun. But Barcelona is a true party town.

Plus you got laid there.

Yes, I did. Another notch on my bedpost.

That’s one less than me. Ben was keeping score.

One less? You’ve had two encounters?

Well, if we’d stop going to gay clubs, maybe I could be part of this conversation, Lucy said, shaking her head while stirring her gravy.

I know we both got laid in Amsterdam, Ben, but where else did you get laid? I asked.

I got laid twice in Amsterdam, he replied. You see, there was one night I couldn’t sleep and…

Do you guys ever give it a rest? Lucy asked.

Do we really need to answer that? I replied. So, Ben, where did you find him?

He panted like a puppy. All I’ll say is, a leather club opened my eyes.

You went to the leather club without me?

Yeah, said Lucy. You went to the leather club without us?

Well, when a boy wants to play hard, you know, friends are better left behind. Besides, you two were asleep.

How do you know? Did you check on us?

Of course not. What if you were awake?

I raised my wine glass. To my favorite slutty workmate and friend. My buddies also raised their glasses. And to you too, Lucy, who gets plenty of sex back home in Sydney.

She grinned wickedly.

You could have got laid in Berlin, said Ben.

True, I added. There was an experience I’m sure you’d never get offered back home.

No way! That pierced guy was freaky.

But he wanted you.

"Yeah, but for what?

He had more holes than a target at a shooting range, Ben added.

Even lilac lady laughed. We downed our drinks before she brought another bottle.

Just think, said Lucy. Tomorrow we’re traveling home.

Don’t talk about it, I replied. I don’t want this holiday to end.

I’m glad we’re finishing our trip in a cheap country, Ben added. My credit card is maxed out.

Me too.

Me three, said Lucy.

I don’t know why you’re complaining. You own the café we work in, boss. You make all the money. I’m dreading seeing my bank statement.

Now, now, Nathan. I promised I’d get Ben to teach you how to make coffee. I need another barista. It pays better than being a waiter.

I half smiled.

And I know you’re just as fussy about coffee as I am, Ben declared. You’ll have those office workers lining up for their morning hit of caffeine. You’ll be a great pusher.

Pusher? I asked.

Yeah. Their addiction and your will to supply an aromatic brew of premium roasted liquid dependence will make you a top-class dealer.

He’s right, said Lucy. Morning coffee is what keeps my café afloat.

I just have to get used to being a morning person, I admitted. But still, it’s a sacrifice I’m prepared to make for better pay. I refilled our glasses and raised mine. A toast to a wonderful couple of friends and a wonderful three weeks away from work!

Yay, Europe, said Ben. Well, at least the little we’ve seen of it. He clinked my glass.

I’ll drink to that. Lucy swirled her wine before she drank. And you guys have been great travel companions.

Thank you, boss.

And will you two stop calling me boss? I’d like to think I’m more to you than that.

"You are,