Claude blushed all the way down to his neck. “I forgot where I was.” When he lurched out of the chair, we glimpsed his erection again.
“I’ll say.” Wyatt reached for one of his bags. “What’s in there?”
Claude jerked the bag away to cover himself, and I threw back my head and laughed.
Wyatt patted him on the arm. “I’ve heard that thinking of your mother helps.”
“The chair has little knobs that go deep. It’s like hands rubbing all over your body,” Claude said, trying to explain his physical condition. Perhaps the hysterical part was that he couldn’t seem to get it back under control. It had a mind of its own, and it wanted more of that chair.
I reached in my bag and showed him a leather bra with silver spikes. “Look what I got.”
His eyes rounded before he looked away. “That doesn’t help.”
“Maybe today wasn’t a good idea to wear tight sweats.”
Wyatt chortled. “I don’t thinkanyday is a good day for a man to wear tight sweats.”
Meanwhile, the lady on the bench was in a fantasy world that centered on a tall, handsome Adonis named Claude Valentine. Once she realized that he was six and a half feet tall, she drank him in, ignoring all social rules of conduct, sucking on her plastic spoon with wanton abandon.
Claude tunneled his fingers through his golden locks, and it seemed like every gesture made him look like a male model. “Are we leaving?”
“Not yet,” I informed him. “Do you know where I can buy contact lenses? Viktor doesn’t want me to stand out, so I need a brown contact lens for my blue eye.”
“I wager there’s one around here. Did you buy a mask?”
“For what?”
A smile touched his lips. “You weren’t paying attention in the van.”
“I was sending Christian messages on my phone.”
“And ignoring Viktor’s shopping rules. It wasn’t on Christian’s list, but he wants us to wear a mask. Just the ones that cover the eyes. Shepherd noticed a lot of workers wearing them, and it’ll help us to better hide our identity.”
Not a bad idea. We didn’t get out much, but there was always a chance someone might recognize us—especially if they happened to be one of the aristocratic bastards we mingled with at charity functions. It was one of many reasons why I didn’t mingle. Only a few of the higher authority members knew we worked for Keystone since we didn’t go around advertising it, but some might find it odd that a person invited to an exclusive party was working in a fantasy club.
Then again, we lived in an unconventional world.
I walked past Claude. “Any concerns about the mission?”
He fell into step beside me. “I’m worried I might run into one of my clients in the club.”
I waggled my eyebrows at him. “That might work in your favor for extra bookings.”
He turned toward the elevators. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
We stepped inside the glass elevator. Claude smiled sexily at the lady on the bench ahead of us. “Have a pleasant afternoon, female.”
As the doors closed, the woman dropped her cup of melted ice cream all over the floor.
“Maybe we should hitch a ride home with Shepherd,” Claude suggested as he looked out the glass wall behind us. “Viktor’s probably lost.”
“No, he just sent a message to wait near the entrance where we came in.” Wyatt tucked his phone back in his pocket. “He’s buying a watch. You know, watches will become obsolete one day. Phones do everything. I still remember my first pocket watch. It was a dandy. That was before batteries came along. You had to wind them up.”
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out. “What happened to it?”
“My horse ate it.”
I turned to see if he was joking.
