“Sure.” My curiosity was beyond piqued.
“I meant what I said earlier, and I know this isn’t the place to discuss it.” He slid his hands in the pockets of his fancy shorts and rocked back on the heels of his Sperry loafers. “But I do want to set up a time to talk about promoting the club. I like what you’ve been able to do on a small scale, but I also know Brax is only paying you free drinks and membership discounts.” He sneered a little, as if that kind of deal was distasteful, but I’dalready been planning to ask for free membership to do more for him, or I’d have to cut it. “We can do better than that, and so can you.”
I raised an eyebrow to glare at him. Was he judging me? “What do you have in mind?”
“Oh, a lot. Frankly, more than we have time to discuss here. A change in our membership structure, this guest pass problem—”
“Problem?”
Phillip waved his hand in the air as if wafting away a bad smell. “Sure, it’s increased membership, but it’s also brought in some unsavory characters?”
“Unsavory what?”
“To say it straight. Assholes.”
“Ahh…” Like that daddy that didn’t know how to back off when I told him no. I’d assumed Daddy Brian had his membership revoked, but I didn’t ask. “Well, that does sound like a lot.”
Reaching behind his back, Phillip pulled out his phone. “Give me your number, and I’ll call you next week to set up a time we can continue this conversation.”
“Gladly.” When he handed me the phone, I tapped in my name and number, then handed it back. I didn’t bother sending myself a message or a call. That seemed bad form. If he wanted to talk, it was on him.
Surprisingly, he did it for me. “There. Save my digits in your contact so you’ll be sure to answer my call.”
“Okay.”
“Right. I think we have cake coming out soon. I’ll leave you to it.”
And right on time, Levi beckoned me over to help him.
We wheeled out a giant cake on a cart, and everyone sang. With drinks in hand and food on plates, everyone ate and laughed. People were in and out of the pool. It seemed like Vince had gotten to know a lot of the people here. But I was happywhen everyone went home. I was peopled out, and by that time, I needed a break.
We’d played around some, mostly kissing, and me calling him Daddy, but we hadn’t had sex in any real form. And I wanted two things. First, to get into my little headspace, and second, to get off. Preferably with Vince.
I went out to get my bag out of the car. I dropped it by the stairs before searching for Vince, who was in the kitchen. “Save the mess until tomorrow, birthday boy. I want to play.” I was apprehensive to see his response to this next step, but I felt like we were a lot closer and ready for it.
Vince’s hand slipped easily in mine, and I skipped through the house, leading him to the stairs. “Wanna show me your bedroom, Daddy?”
“Yes.” His word came out a little choked, and he cleared his throat before trying again. “Yes, come on, baby-boy.”
I sighed, liking that already. I snagged my overnight bag, winking at Vince, as we started up. Vince took it from me and led me to the one door that had been closed all day. He pushed it open and gestured for me to enter.
I’d been expecting something along the same lines as the rest of the house as far as design went, but that assumption was incorrect. While it was no less light and airy than the rest of his home, it was also elevated to the elegant side. The wall behind his bed was textured in soft gray and some weird golden bars stretched out above the cushioned headboard.
“That…” Vince proudly waved toward the art. “Is the sound of my racecar revving. Like a spectrogram.”
“Visualization of sound. That’s pretty cool.” Who would have thought that a sound could become such a sophisticated display? Not me.
Vince dropped my bag on the bench at the foot of the bed. All the materials and fabrics in the room were lush, includingthe sitting area, complete with an electric fireplace. “This is nice, Daddy. Surprising.”
“Is that good?”
“That’s the best.” I gave him a shy smile, which he returned. But then the awkwardness set in. He clearly did not know what to do. Good thing I had no problem controlling the scene. “Well. I think daddies normally make their boys take a bath before bed. Don’t you?”
“Yes, uh…” He was adorable, scrunching up that masculine face. “Let’s get you a bath then.” He led me into the en suite.
“Whoa.” It was beautiful. The first thing to take in was a huge standalone tub set within a large, completely tiled space where the shower was. A glass door enclosed the wet room. Dual vanities with backlit mirrors flanked it. Everything was neutral except the gorgeous gray veining in the tile. With the golden glow of the lighting, it was simply spectacular.
“Let me get the water started.” Vince moved into the wet room and turned the water on to fill the tub. “You'd better get undressed.”
