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“Fuck, no. After I graduate school, I’m going to wind up being a CEO of a billion-dollar company.”
“Fantasize much?” Grant teased. The financial whiz was headed to Harvard for graduate school. One day he’d dominate the world. “Maybe you need to get laid. Again.”
“Very funny. Dreaming big is free. But I’m serious.”
“You’re arrogant enough to make that happen,” Jameson threw out as he grabbed his shot of tequila, pounding it back.
I gave him a finger then raised my arm to attract the waitress. I’d always had grandiose thoughts, even as a kid. What was wrong with that? “Here’s a good idea. In a few years we get back together and develop a company. I’ll be the CEO while marketing our product. Buddy Grant here will handle the finances and Master Jameson will design and be the general contractor for the great big, all glass buildings in our complex.”
“Oh, now we’re going to have a complex? He’s already drunk and it’s barely eight at night,” Grant said, snorting as he shook his head.
Jameson remained quiet. Then he glanced from Grant back to me. “You know what? That’s a good idea. Our boy Lachlan could sell an igloo on a tropical island. Grant, you can turn ten bucks into ten million in the blink of an eye. And I’ll design the sexiest goddamn building you’ve ever seen.”
Grant threw me a look, nodding twice. “Not bad. We’ll have our trust funds by then, school under our belts. Why the fuck not?”
I laughed until I realized they both were serious. I had to admit, I liked the idea of working with them. We were entirely different, which meant we wouldn’t tread on each other’s turf. “There’s just one problem.”
“What’s that?” Jameson grinned.
“What the hell would we do in this awesome building we own?” I had a filthy idea but was curious if either one of the others were thinking along the same lines.
Grant took a deep breath. “We use our real skills.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I threw back at him. The man’s eyes were positively glowing, which happened every time he had a hare-brained idea.
“Sex.”
“Beg your pardon?” Jameson immediately started laughing.
“I’m not kidding,” he told us. “I’ve been readingForbesand other financial magazines about up-and-coming businesses.”
“A whorehouse?” Jameson wrinkled his nose.
Grant lifted his eyebrows. “No, goofball. A sex club. And I’m not talking about pole dancers and strippers.” His grin was a mile wide.
“Then what the hell are you talking about?” Jameson demanded.
“High class. Catering to the rich and famous.”
“A kink club,” I threw in. “Where all pleasures are provided.”
“For a price.” Jameson knew what I was talking about. “All upscale and posh, several floors of perfection. Bars. Private rooms. The finest quality liquor and food.”
“I like that. He’s onto something. Why don’t you whip up a design for us?” Grant was having fun with this.
“So, we get back together in three years. You two graduate from your Ivy League schools. I’ll have commercial construction under my belt and maybe work up a few designs. You two have the backing money. We’ll get a loan if needed. Then we’ll start the hottest club ever seen.”
“I love the idea. Sex all day.” Grant ordered another round.
The truth was I thought it was the best damn idea I’d heard in a long time. Plus, it would piss off my father. Even better. “Just one problem. What do we call this illustrious den of sin?”
All three of us mulled it over. It was Jameson who lit up first. “Carnal Sins.”
Grant reared back in his chair. “The boy is brilliant.”
Seconds later, the waitress brought our beers and shots and we toasted again to the future.
Little did we know what fate had in mind.
