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“You okay?” Elliot shouted over the music, and Robbie nodded.
“Yeah, but I met someone.” Or two someones.
“Yeah? Look at that. I leave you alone for—”
“Thirty minutes, asshole.”
“Yesss, and you ended up hooking up. What’d I tell you? You look totally cute tonight.” Elliot looked over Robbie’s shoulder. “All right, who is it?”
“Burgundy sweater at the bar,” Robbie said, and Elliot spotted him immediately.
“Wait a minute.” Letting go of his dance partner’s arm, Elliot grabbed Robbie and pulled him aside. “Is that who I think it is?”
“I don’t know,” Robbie said, knowing it was exactly who Elliot thought it was. “Who do you think it is?”
“Uh, Julien ‘the Prick’ Thornton. Only one of your biggest crushes ever. Why is he here? Did he just show up? Oh my God. Do you know him?”
Robbie glanced around, making sure no one else had heard. “It’s a long story. But yeah, kind of. I’m gonna be with him tonight. Okay?”
“Okay? That guy is on the men-we-all-want-to-fuck list. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get in your way. He’s a total ten.”
Try a twenty when he opens his mouth.
“Give me a call if you need anything, or to just, you know, leave a speaker on so we can all enjoy your good fucking fortune.” Elliot looked over at the bar again. “You are going to fuck him, right? Not cry on his shoulder about all the married men you’ll never have.”
Uh… When Robbie said nothing in response, Elliot said in his ear, “Bitch, if you don’t ride that Prick into the early hours of tomorrow morning, I’m going to kick your ass, and I’m pretty sure you’d rather it hurt from something other than that.”
Robbie laughed, and as his eyes shifted to the blond waiting on his stolen dance partner, he gave a flirty little wave. “I think your dance partner’s getting jealous. That’s cute.”
“Bianchi,” Elliot said, grabbing Robbie’s arm. “Go and have fun. That’s an order.”
Sheesh. Why did everyone think it was okay to boss him around tonight? But as he walked off, Robbie heard Elliot call out, “Make sure you do all the things that I’d do.” And somehow, Robbie was fairly certain that Julien and Priest wanted to do things Elliot had never thought about, and suddenly that sounded like the best bad idea of all.
AROUND THIRTY MINUTES after they’d arrived at CRUSH, Priest exited the club and headed back to their Range Rover, where he now sat with his eyes on the rearview mirror as Julien and Robbie stepped outside into the cold night.
Stepped out was a rather loose term for the way Robbie stumbled over his feet and then started to laugh uproariously. But that was one of the reasons they were there tonight, wasn’t it? To make sure the inebriated Mr. Bianchi got home safely. And he was most definitely inebriated.
Priest watched the two men as Julien held a hand out in front of Robbie to stop him at the curb when a car drove by, and then they crossed over and headed toward the black SUV idling down the side street waiting for them. It was interesting, and arousing, to see the two of them side by side, and something that Priest had wanted for a while now.
Robbie had an arm slipped through Julien’s for support, and his eyes were zeroed in on the car they were headed toward as though it were a grenade. It was obvious that he was aware of who waited inside it for them, and it pleased Priest that the feisty firecracker was somewhat wary of him. The possibilities of why Robbie felt that way excited Priest, and the idea of exploring that made him hard as a fucking rock.
He looked at the time on the dashboard—it was just closing in on midnight—and wondered if Robbie had work tomorrow or not. Priest was thinking not, judging by the state he seemed to be in.
As the passenger door opened and the interior light spilled over him, Robbie peered up into the car and said, “I just want to be clear that I’m only here because Julien said you had an Almond Joy stashed somewhere in this car.”
Priest’s eyes cut to Julien’s. “What? Your charm wasn’t enough? You had to resort to the promise of candy?”
Julien rubbed his hands together and blew on them, warding off the cold. “It wasn’t my charm that was the problem. Plus, you said it was too soon to offer my body so, alas, candy was all I had to go with.”
Priest shook his head when Julien winked at him, and then he said to Robbie, “Why don’t you get in?”
Robbie’s glassy eyes ping-ponged between them, and then he pointed to the back seat. “I’d rather sit back there, thanks.”
“You might,” Priest said. “But I’d prefer you up here where I can keep an eye on you. Plus, Julien likes to take his turn in the back more often than not.”
