He snorts. “Yeah, I’m definitely forgetting the position. It’s not me that got your dick hard a few minutes ago.”
“REPEAT!” I shout as if declaring war.
“I said, you’re right. But only about the calming Sable thing.”
“Any small victory counts. Besides, I know that I messed up by hugging the stranger. He screamed so loud I was afraid security would come in.”
“Wow,” he says slowly. “That’s messed up.”
“Yeah, it is. But I apologized a bunch and tried to make nice with him.”
“I’m sure you did.” He points to my body. “How about you go back to your chair instead of looking like you’re about to beg to suck my dick.”
Pushing up, I give myself enough momentum to send me tumbling back into the bag behind me. “Better?”
“A million percent. Now tell me what this person looked like and why they were even here. The only people that would have been around were the… the new hires. Holy shit. Are you about to break your own self-imposed rules for this guy?”
The self-imposed rule he’s talking about is the fact that I refuse to sleep with anyone who gets hired on at the club. If you come as a guest, you’re fair game. But to get a job here, where I have to see you regularly, means you’re off limits.
Except the guy from tonight is definitely proving to be an exception. I knew it the minute he turned around. Whatever reason he’d been here, I wanted to give him one to come back for.
“I think I might,” I admit to him.
“Not sure if I want to encourage you or not. Last time was rough.”
His words have me stopping short in my thoughts about the man I’m already crushing on. Memories of my ex, Carlisle, fill my mind. The guy started here about six months after me. He was charming and acted as if I walked on clouds.
But then I admitted to him what kind of relationship I really wanted. He bailed quicker than I’d ever seen. While I thought he was going to get us some drinks to celebrate my confession, he was packing up his apartment, quitting his job, and high-tailing it out of the city with my credit card in hand.
The asshole racked up three grand before my bank reached out. They were worried, rightfully so, and offered to halt everything immediately.
“Let’s not talk about Shit-For-Brains,” Angelo says after realizing he’s taken my mind to a dark place.
I laugh and shake my head. “Please. I’d rather think about positive things. Like how the guy I met has his first shift tonight. I think he might even come a little early to get settled. If you’ll cover for me, I’ll show him around.”
“Is that code for fuck him in the back rooms?”
“There will not be any fucking tonight, Angelo. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
My friend shrugs as he stands. “Come on. We’ve still got to do our weight training before it’s time to do our pre-show ritual.”
The ritual he’s talking about is us playing Mariah Carey at full volume in the soundproof dressing room with a few of the guys. We all shout and dance around the room until we finish a minimum of three songs. For some reason, that’s the lucky number that usually gets us pumped.
I take the hand he extends my way and let him pull me up. “Thanks,” I say as I clap him on the shoulder with my otherhand. “Now it’s time to show you how I got these pretty muscles. I know you want to have some of your own.”
Angelo’s laugh follows me out the door. He doesn’t need any help in that department. The guy’s just as cut as I am. It’s one of the major draws for the guests who come to see us take our clothes off night after night.
Our weight session goes how most of them do. We focus for about half an hour, then it turns into a contest of who can beat their PR on whichever random exercise is chosen. I don’t manage to beat my record, though I’m not all that upset about it.
My focus is on what’s to come. The opportunity to see Konnor again has me buzzing with energy. I’ve never felt such instant attraction to someone else before. From his long hair to his piercingly dark eyes, everything about him turns me on.
The rest of the day moves at a snail’s pace. All I want to do is check on whether or not the man of my dreams is here. And I’m kind of hoping he’s ready for everything I have to offer. I’m not an easy partner, but I’ll be the best fucking boyfriend, husband, and lover he’s ever had.
Is it too soon to think like that? Probably.
I’ll try to tone it down when I ask him to be mine later. Gotta lock him in before any of the other guys try to date him. They can’t have him. He’s mine.
The final notes of “Fantasy” peter out. It’s swiftly replaced by our heavy breathing and frenetic energy. Everyone is ready to get the night going. We’ve got about twenty minutes until we start toopen the doors. After that, everyone has to get into place or else you get the wrath of our producer, Freddie. It’s plenty of time for me to hunt down Konnor for a moment.
