“Sometimes it sucks being married to your sister. I can never share the good stuff with you,” James complained with a pained expression.
“You better not be sharing thegood stuffwith anyone,” Thomas replied, not taking his eyes off James.
“What club?” I asked, interrupting their conversation.
Maybe I could get Race to head over there after the bar tonight. I’d love to see if she could dance. I hadn’t been to a nightclub since I was too young to drink.
I missed so much shit from having been away for eight years.
“It’s not your type of club,” Thomas said as his eyes slowly moved to mine.
“What type of club is it?”
James chuckled. “It’s not a nightclub.”
“A strip club?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Nope,” James said in a clipped tone.
“I’m lost. Swingers club?” I asked, turning around to face him fully. “Tell me you don’t have my cousin sleeping with random dudes?”
“I’d never let anyone touch her but me,” James said, glancing at me before glaring at Thomas.
“Then what? Can someone clue me the fuck in?”
James laughed louder. “Why don’t I walk you out and I’ll tell you. Thomas gets kinda testy when I talk about it.” James rolled off the couch, climbing to his feet.
“Sure, man.”
“Fucker,” Thomas hissed.
“Dude, get the fuck over it, as you said earlier.” James grinned, walking toward the door.
Thomas glared at James’s back as his nostrils flared. “Have a good meeting, Morgan.”
I stood, rubbing the back of my neck. They had such an interesting relationship.
“I’ll see you on Sunday?” I asked.
Thomas glanced at me, finally cracking a smile. “Yeah.”
“Good. I better run before I’m late.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said as he waved me away.
“Sounds like I want to do whatever James is doing,” I replied, seeing the smile drop from his face.
When I turned around, James laughed, holding his stomach. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“He was too damn serious.” I wondered if Thomas was about to march out of the office and smack me upside the head. “So, where are you headed tonight?”
“Well,” he said as we started to walk down the hallway, glancing over his shoulder, “it’s a BDSM club.”
My mouth fell open.
Oh my God. My little cousin was into that stuff?
“Like chains and whips?” I asked, trying to pick my jaw up off the floor.
