Dante listened to Trenton's invitation with an inward groan. It was obvious that Trenton wanted Peter for himself and would resort to whatever tactics he could to distract Dante. Truth is, Dante thought of Trenton as an arrogant prick, and would like nothing more than to top the bastard to put him in his rightful place, but it hadn't happened yet.<br/><br/>Still, though, you never know...<br/><br/>"Sure, Trenton. I'll join you."<br/><br/>Dante stood from the chair, his half-hard cock swinging like a pendulum between his legs as he walked over to the bar. He ordered a gin and tonic and leaned back against the bar while he sipped his drink.<br/><br/>"What kind of 'business' did you have in mind to discuss, Trenton?" He kept his voice low in an attempt to not let Peter hear. "The new boy? And which of us gets to fuck him first?"