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I’m embarrassed to say that my heart leapt when he came through the doors of the gaming parlor at around ten-thirty, and promptly sank when I saw the gorgeous man that came in with him.
I had leaned over one of the Mr. Youngbloods, being deliberately flirtatious because that’s what I was paid for, flashing a nipple as I gave advice on his hand of cards. I looked up, and there was Alastair. But it became obvious in a moment that he had dragged a very pretty boy along to get kinky with. My smile turned into a frown, and I returned my focus to Mr. Youngblood’s cards and ramped up the flirting, hoping that Alastair would notice.
Would he even look for me? Maybe he’d only been pretending and didn’t care one way or another if he ever saw me again. The thought made me bitter.
“Oh, well,thatis a very good hand, Mr. Youngblood,” I said. Then I glanced sheepishly at the other players and covered my mouth. “Oh, damn! You probably didn’t want me to say that.”
“You rascal,” he muttered, but then caught an eyeful of my nipple and shrugged. “Never mind. I’m a shit player, anyway.”
I laughed and glanced up. Alastair Kenney stood by the window, his young companion looking impatient and annoyingly sexy. Alastair stared at me with…something that I couldn’t identify in his eyes. Anger?
I bristled. What the fuck did he have to be mad about?
I was doing my job. He was the one showing up with a kinky boy toy when he’d professed to wanting to ask me out.
My heart beat faster as he started over. My dick got hard, too. The look in his eyes was…something. I didn’t know what, but I liked it—or, at least, my body did. My brain was still throwing a hissy fit.
Alastair stopped beside me.
“Hi, Toby,” he said, in clipped tones, glancing at Mr. Youngblood with barely concealed contempt.
I waited for a second to make sure that Alastair saw the nipple I was flashing Mr. Youngblood, before I straightened up and put my hands on my hips.
“Mr. Kenney, how nice to see you again.” I said, lifting my chin as Mr. Youngblood tossed some chips into the pot.
Mr. Kenney looked between me and Mr. Youngblood, who was focused on his game.
“Can I help you with anything?” I asked.
Alastair opened his mouth, then closed it. I smiled. First point to me. Then his expression relaxed, and he said, “Yes, actually. I need the key to the Bordello, if it’s available.”
Involuntarily, my gaze shifted to the young Adonis waiting in the doorway. “I can certainly check for you. Do you need it right away?” I glanced back at the boy toy. “Or for another night?” I blinked innocently. “We usually take bookings in advance.”
I saw his lip twitch. But he gave me a grave look.
“We need itnow—or as soon as we can get it.”
I straightened, lifting my chin. “I’ll find out,” I said, with a thin smile. I turned from the games table and walked to the bar, where Jacob was staring at me with an odd expression.
“You okay, Toby?” he asked.
“Sure. Is the Bordello available? Mr. Kenney and his…” I almost said boy toy, but corrected myself, “guest…would like to use it.” I glanced at them, then turned back to Jacob and rolled my eyes. “Right now, apparently. I told them it might be booked.”
Jacob stared at me for a few more seconds. Maybe he could tell that I was close to losing the smile I was only maintaining with superhuman concentration.
“No, it’s free.” He reached under the bar. “Here.”
I took it, holding it out as if it offended me. The small metal key was attached to a large antique, rusted Victorian key that I used to think was cool but now only looked upon with disdain.
I took a deep breath, knowing that now I had to give Alastair the key to the room where he would be taking the pouty twink he had in tow and doing all sorts of perverted things to entertain him.
I did it, somehow without dissolving into a puddle of regret and disappointment and inadequacy on the floor.
“There you are, Mr. Kenney,” I said, my voice a strange mix of pitches. I was trying. I really was. “Enjoy yourselves.”
“Thanks,” Alastair said, taking the key from me and eyeing me curiously. He looked like he was about to say something, but I couldn’t keep my composure anymore. I turned tail and went back to Mr. Youngblood, who had just won the hand, despite my faux pas.
“There he is! My good luck charm,” Mr. Youngblood said, nodding toward me and giving me a most affectionate smile, that I clung to like a lifeline.
