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“Because, brother, look around you. That’s a married senator over there being whispered to by one of the servers, and that gray-haired man with the twenty-something-year-old sitting on his lap is a judge in the appellate court.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. He’s also married, and that young man coming up to him happens to be his law clerk.”
Holy shit.
“These men aren’t just paying top dollar because Sergio has the best imported Cubans. They’re paying for discretion and agentlemanlytime.”
Mmmhmm.
“The service is like nothing you’ve ever seen. I’m telling you, bro, the way these guys cater to the members have their routines down to a science.”
Tomorrow was going to be a real kick in the nuts for him, so he should enjoy a little TLC for himself.
Cole scowled. “Wait a minute. If this place is offeringotherstuff that’s not on the menu…”
“No, I promise it’s not that kind of place. I know you’re not into that shit. You’re a romantic, Cole. I know what you’re looking for.”
“Is that so?”
“It is.” Gerald nodded.
Cole sat forward and clasped his hands together, watching the other men having a good time.
“So, where’s this stellar service you raved about? I’ve been here almost five minutes. How come I don’t have a drink in my hand?”
“Good things come to those who wait, Cole,” a man whispered behind him, a silky, lyrical sound that glided beneath Cole’s collar and warmed his neck.
Cole smiled, recognizing the relaxing voice of the writer who’d been in his store a couple of hours ago.Hiswriter. The one destined to wear the bracelet he’d designed.
“I’ll be damned.” Gerald grinned at him. “Merry fucking Christmas to you.”
Spencer
“Why doIhave to serve them, Sergio? I don’t want to. What about Brent? He’s on fire tonight. Or Hugo.”
Spencer warily eyed the two salesmen from the jewelry store.
They were sitting in the VIP gold lounge, and according to club policy, they’d already been waiting four minutes too long.
How can they even afford this place on their salaries?
“No. I need my best man on them. And I want Mr. Burbank to have a platinum membership before he leaves tonight, is that understood?” his boss demanded.
He gave Spencer’s black cashmere sweater and tight slacks a once-over.
“You look amazing tonight. Now, go entertain them, and I don’t want to see the bottom of their glasses or a second where Mr. Burbank isn’t smiling.”
Yes,Mr. Belvedere.Spencer scowled at his boss’s back when he left.
“Did he say Mr. Burbank… as in,thejewelry empire Burbanks?” Brent gaped.
Of course he’stheMr. Burbank. I only attract egotistical playboys who wanna be masters of the universe.
“Now you see why he was so willing to give the bracelet away,” Spencer mumbled under his breath to Brent. “That’s what rich men do. They throw nice things around and expect the peons to swoon at their generosity.”
“Just go over there and treat him like the man you met a little while ago in the mall. The one who showed genuine interest in your writing.”
