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“I think they’re meant to be that tiny,” Burke said, laughing. “Go run, wash your hands before you serve any juice or anything.”
“Yes, Sir, of course. I didn’t come over to take orders, though. I have a message for Kanan,” he said, and then his eyes fell on me.
“A message? From whom?”
“That guy in the mask by the stage. He said he’d like you to join him in a booth, if you’d like.”
“Uh oh. That guy is new. Be careful,” Burke said, then Joel elbowed him in his ribs, making him jump and complain. “What the fuck, Joel?”
“Oh, hells bells. Well, sir, I’ll tell ya. That fella seemed nice ‘nough. Let Kan…have a li’l fun.”
More cryptic shit. “Joel, what’s going on?” I asked, almost annoyed but my senses were tingling. “Is that…I don’t know, someone you know?”
“Who, me?” Joel was pale.
Burke growled, “Spill it, Joel, or you are gonna be in so much trouble.”
I was excited to hear, so when Joel leaned over to whisper in Burke’s ear, my shoulders fell. “Hey!”
Burke’s eyes moved to me as a smile grew on his full lips. “Oh yeah?”
“Yessir,” Joel said as he winked at me. “Gotta go,” Joel announced, then left the table.
“Burke, my friend, what is going on?”
“I can’t say, but you’ll be…okay. Go see your admirer or whatever.”
“Is he the secret?”
Burke winked at me. “I wouldn’t tell you because my life depends on it. I live with two very difficult men.”
“Thanks, good buddy.”
Walking around the club, I looked into the booths, seeing some interesting shows in a couple, before I found the masked stranger. As I sat, I said, “May I?”
“Sure,” he said gruffly, “get comfortable.”
“I should tell you ahead of time, I’m not a hooker. I don’t go home with men I just meet, and…if you still want to sit and talk, that’s great. If not, I understand.”
The dry chuckle coming from him was interesting. It was low, deep and throaty. A voice made for sex. “I don’t want a hooker,” he said, but when that came out, his voice sounded vaguely familiar.
“Okay, great. And not going home with strangers…?”
“I couldn’t take you home anyway.”
I remembered where we were, a getaway resort. Most people who joined lived far from there. “Right. Of course. Sorry, that was an old disclaimer from my city days.”
“It’s fine. I just wanted to…talk.”
“I’m good with talking.”
The water came and we both ordered cranberry juice. Once the waiter left us, the mysterious man reached over and set his gloved hand over mine. “Thank you for sitting with me. I’m new to this.”
“To…what? BDSM?”
“No, I’ve been interested in that for a long time. This kind of club is what I mean.”
“Oh, well, yes, it can be unsettling the first couple times. Did you, uh, like the show?”
