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“Fine.”
His expression softened. “Look… I’m notmad. I’m a little surprised, that’s all. You’ve never done anything like this before.”
I cocked my head. “How do you know?”
“Okay, fair. I don’t. Have you?”
I shrugged. “Not with anyone from the club.”
“Okay. Just be careful.”
“Why? Is Mr. Kenney dangerous?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Jacob gauged my reaction. “But he’s in here with a different twink every week.”
“Yeah, he told me that.”
“Oh.” Jacob seemed surprised. “Okay, then. It’s only—”
“What?”
“Well, when he came in tonight, you were acting like a jilted lover.”
Was I that transparent?Goddammit.
“Well, I’m not. Mr. Kenney can fuck, or spank, or paddle whoever he wants. It’s none of my business. Are we done here?”
He nodded. I’m not sure if he believed me, but he wasn’t calling me out on it.
“Yes. And, uh, pull back on flirting with Mr. Youngblood, will you? He had a heart bypass last year.”
“Oh shit,” I said.
“I don’t want to have to call nine-one-one because you can’t keep your nipples in your blouse.”
I stuttered a laugh, and Jacob smiled.
“Fine. I’ll be less…ostentatious.”
“Thank you.”
* * * *
I ended up feeling good about Jacob taking me aside, because it helped me to get a grip on things…for about twenty minutes.
I couldn’t help wondering what Alastair and his boy toy were doing in the Bordello. I was driving myself crazy picturing the implements I knew were in there and visualizing Alastair using them on his boy toy, when I finally fucking realized why I was so upset.
It wasn’t simply that I wanted another sexy hookup with Alastair. It was possible that I was jealous of this random dude getting to see the kinky side of Alastair, when I hadn’t—at least not yet.
I’d never thought of myself as kinky, but now I was starting to wonder if maybe I was, or could be, with someone like Alastair guiding me through it. Because the thought that it was another random hookup in there with Alastair right now waskilling me.
Every server got a tour of the Bordello during their interview. Jacob and Sebastian were very clear on exactly what Maverick Molly’s was and what it wasn’t. After seeing that ornately decorated and kinked-up space, it was hard to forget it. I’d thought it was pretty cool and definitely detailed. Part of me had been curious about it, but I’d always thought the kink aspect of some people’s sex lives was simply an add-on—like those bonus questions you could answer on a test. Sex was sex, and kink was extra. I’d never seen it as something independent of sex itself. And now that I was thinking about it philosophically, I wanted to know more about it—and I wanted Alastair to teach me.
The Bordello had become a kinky Disneyland in my imagination. And the secretly stern and gentlemanly Daddy who had treated me so well at the Chateau had taken another boy there to play.
Hanging and displayed everywhere were items for use to discipline and punish, according to different themes. Sebastian had shown me the hidden Bluetooth speakers that could connect to the user’s cell phone.
I wondered what music Alastair was playing in there right now, and what toys he was using on the hot guy he’d brought with him.
