I Have No Flippin' Clue
an excerpt

Whoa. Ritzy. Joss let his surroundings lighten his mood, filter into his walk. Crystal chandeliers, polished stone floors, beings in fine clothes—about time they showed off a bit. Joss bounced past the group loitering at the elevators. Large security types of the make-it-obvious breed—
“Hey, Twinkletoes!”
Joss spun.
“Darling!”
Caught short, dumbass stared. Joss stepped to pat his cheek.
“Aww! I knocked you speechless!” He turned away. “Ta ta for now, big boy!” He fluttered a hand over his shoulder. “Catch me later, you can buy me a drink!” Joss trotted up the stairs before big and dumb decided to re-assert his machismo. He just...really wasn’t up to it today.
“Why do you taunt them?” Marshall asked, appearing as Joss reached the top of the flight. Joss grinned at his superior—or, as he liked to call him in his mind, Hot Chocolate—and tossed his hair.
“Because it’s fun, baby.”
Marshall rolled his eyes. “Come on. The boss has another assignment for you.”
“Aw, not Lurlene. Look, man, I don’t feel good. My ears haven’t recovered, and I haven’t eaten, and there’s this thing on my toe—“
“Not Lurlene. Who is, by the way, threatening to jump out a window because of you.”
“All the way from the third floor?”
“The boss is pissed too. Still. I told you not to dance with him. Didn’t I?”
“You were shaking your head. I thought you had a twitch.”
“Joss Ravid, you knew exactly what you were doing. You stole your protectee’s date. You went home with your boss’s daughter’s boyfriend!”
“Zeke said they weren’t exclusive.”
“Was he naked when he said it?”