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Snickering, Kellen gave him a thumbs up and fell into step beside me. “Those two put more beer away than any guy I know.”
He didn’t lie.
At least Drake could hold his alcohol. The man tended toward quiet, the strong, silent type—Sean’s opposite. While Sean had muscle on his lean frame, Drake hit the gym and weights with the intention to stay bulked up. At six-two, he had quite a few inches on his best friend, easily carrying the mass of muscle he’d gained. And unlike Sean’s baby face, Drake kept a full beard neatly clipped along his strong jawline.
I scratched at my own prematurely graying whiskers, wondering if maybe shaving would change my image.
But what client would want a gray-haired dude sans the popular facial hair that made him look like the silver fox daddy they desired to spend a night with?
Maybe it was time for a new job.
“What are you drinking?” Kellen asked me as we sidled up to the bar.
“Just a tonic with lime this time around.” The last thing I needed was more vodka adding to my maudlin mood.
Kellen gave our orders, and I once more checked out the crowd to see if anyone was worth sticking around for when my bed begged me to come home and crash.
Blake was easily the most known in the room outside of Elite’s owner. The dude was loaded and, because of his grandfather being a senator or something, was considered awho’s whoof Boston’s higher society.
A giant of a redhead with a curvy brunette tucked under his arm stood talking with Blake and Wren. On Blake’s other side, a woman holding a glass of champagne appeared well-acquainted with Botox and seemed awfully fond of black leather. Her lips were puffy and obscene, and the corset encasing her waist accented the mass of tits threatening to spill free.
She didn’t exactly…fit ineven though close to half of the crowd was rumored to be kinky as fuck and either employed by Elite or had been at one time.
“Who’s the woman?” I asked as Kellen handed me my drink.
“The busty blonde talking with Blake and Cooney?”
Daniel Cooney—that was the huge guy’s name. He’d been an Elite too, until he went and fell in love too. I sipped my ice-cold drink, wishing it soothed my jealousy as well as it did my warm insides.
“Yeah.”
“That’s Mistress Chantelle.”
I took a second to process Kellen’s offered information. “As in Chantelle’s—the BDSM club?”
“That’s the one.” Kellen nodded. “Cooney has something to do with the shibari classes there or used to anyway. Pretty sure Micah and his wife play at the club on occasion too.”
I’d heard Micah was a heavy-handed Dom and used to be on Elite’s menu for when a submissive came looking for a little pain with their pleasure. To each their own and all that shit, but I had no interest in that sort of lifestyle.
We stood a few moments, watching the crowd and enjoying our drinks.
I noted Kellen held two bottles of beer in his hand. “Taking those to Sean and Drake?” I asked, deciding I’d had enough pretending and was ready to bail and escape the crowd and noise.
“Yeah.”
I set my tonic on the bar behind me. “I’m going to head out.”
Kellen once more gave me that questioning stare. “Sure you’re okay, Mason?”
I grinned and added a cocky tip upward to my chin. “Client last night drained me in more ways than one.” It was hardly the truth physically, but the charade I played neared its end for the night. “You’re traveling to Maine in the morning, right?” I asked, intentional as fuck in redirecting his thoughts.
“Yeah. Getting up early so I can be there for my mom’s birthday breakfast.”
“Don’t stay too late, then.” I clasped his shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”
Kellen let me go with a simple nod, his eyes telling me I hadn’t fooled him.
I skirted my way around the ballroom’s edge, ready to head home and bury myself in my pillows, but paused beside Micah who still chatted with Cooney.
