Rourke winced at the iciness in Forrest’s voice. He should have kept his mouth closed and enjoyed the outing. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Eight
The foyer overflowed with men and women of all ages and appearances. Short, tall, curvy, skinny, muscular, and slim. Something for everybody. Forrest saw some of his regulars, men who he didn’t want to see and others he did. Rourke said the party was for the important players, so he frowned in surprise when he saw Adrian.
Adrian held up his hand in a wave as he dodged people in the crowd to get over to Forrest. “Hi.”
“Hey.” Forrest grinned and dragged him into a hug, placing a short, sweet kiss on his cheek. It made Adrian’s skin rosy. “What are you doing here?”
“Your boss invited me,” Adrian answered, ducking his head with a laugh. “He thought I might be interested in spending some time with you.”
“Rourke?” Forrest glanced at Rourke, who stood near the reception desk beside Sam. He chatted to a couple of men in suits, laughing at something one of them said. His gaze slid to Forrest, and Forrest smiled, but Rourke barely reacted before his attention returned to the men in front of him. Forrest hated the disappointment he felt.
“No, your other boss. Conall?” Adrian’s voice startled Forrest, and he glanced back at the young man.
“Conall?”
“Yes. He called and invited me to a party to be held at the Exotic Virtue.”
“That’s nice of him.” Forrest didn’t know where Conall was, but if he did, he would have glared at him. He knew exactly what his former lover planned. Conall didn’t seem to understand that Adrian knew nothing, but clearly, he wanted more intel about Diaz and whatever she was up to. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?”
Adrian stuck his hands in the pockets of his pants and sighed. “Yes, I kind of guessed. I’m not exactly important enough to be here. I mean, there are famous actors, and politicians with way more money than even my father has. I’m neither of those things.”
“There’s actors here? Who?” Forrest glanced around. He’d never seen an actor in here before.
“Look over there.” Adrian pointed toward the far corner, near a makeshift bar they’d created just for tonight. With the waiting room secluded down the hallway, away from spying eyes, it was easier to build a temporary bar. The familiar face he pointed out made Forrest’s jaw drop.
“Didn’t he win an academy award?” Forrest whispered.
Adrian laughed quietly. “Yeah. For his movie about the bear.”
“Shit. Never expected to see him here.”
“Me either. You’d be proud of me, I didn’t go over there and ask for his autograph.”
Forrest winced at the thought of Adrian doing that. “Yes, please don’t. Rourke would have your balls.”
“I’ve heard you mention Rourke before. Is he another one of your bosses?”
“Yeah. He’s like… the one in charge of the Virtue, while Conall takes care of all the brothels in New York City.” Forrest tugged on Adrian’s arm and guided him to a brown leather chair near the stairs. A man leaned against the staircase beside the couch, Angel on his knees in front of him. With the man’s cock in his mouth, Angel made outrageous noises that had his client practically shaking at the knees.
Forrest took a seat and dragged Adrian down. Adrian’s gaze caught on Angel and the man and his eyes widened.
“Is that what kind of party this is?” Adrian whispered.
Laughter bubbled from Forrest’s chest. “Yeah. It’s a party. At a brothel. There’s going to be sex, Adrian. Lots of it.”
“Oh.” Adrian leaned forward a bit and he focused on Angel.
Forrest touched his arm, making Adrian jump. “Did you want me to do that to you?”
“No. I mean, I’d love to, but not here. Not… like this.”
Forrest nodded. “So how about we make this easy for us both. Have you heard any more news about your dad and Diaz?”
Adrian fell against the back of the couch. Apology crossed his handsome face when he shook his head. “Nothing. I’ve been trying to keep an ear out for them, but Dad’s been really quiet lately. I think there’s something wrong.”
“What do you mean?” Forrest twisted on the couch, resting a leg on the cushions with the other still on the ground.
