The crowd had thinned, and they were able to get to the front and find the two cars. Elliot and Win hopped in one, and Wolf slid in behind them, leaving Spencer with Chess and André.
“Damn, I could use a cocktail.”
“It was really magical. And that kid is talented.” André paused for a moment. “You know, we’re increasing our footprint into luxury brands. Let me know if he’d be interested in selling his accessories in a partnership with Webster. Wallets, ties, even socks.”
“Whoa. That would be huge for him. I can’t imagine he’d say no. When we get to Tao, I’ll introduce you.”
“Perfect. Bianca will be running that division. I’ll connect them.”
Spencer huffed, annoyed with himself. “I should’ve thought to invite her tonight. Henry as well.”
André chuckled. “Bee has had enough of fashion shows for a while, I think, and Henry is busy with spreadsheets. I don’t dare disturb them.”
The car dropped them off in front of the nightclub, where a crowd awaited and the paparazzi snapped their pictures upon exiting the car. He spotted Wolf’s striped shirt disappearing inside.
“There they are. I have a VIP table for us. Follow me.”
The three of them swept past the security and bouncers and caught up with their friends.
“This way,” Spencer called over the loud music. “I have a table where it’s quieter.”
They trailed behind him to the far end of the room, where they could speak without yelling despite the loud music. Upon taking their seats, the server arrived with bottles of champagne.
“A toast to Spencer.”
Warmth rose through him when all his friends, Wolf included, raised their glasses.
“Thank you. And thanks for being my family. I know I don’t always make it easy”—his gaze shifted to Wolf, whose lips twitched—“but I do love you all. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you in my life.”
They drank, and Todd came by with his boyfriend, a cute redhead. They toasted him as well, and then André, businessman that he was, kept true to his word and had him sit to talk about the deal he’d proposed.
A good-looking man a little older than them approached their table, his eyes on Wolf. Curious, Spencer waited to see if Wolf would brush him off.
“Hi, Wolf. I didn’t think I’d find you in the crowd.”
Wolf smiled. “Hello, Anthony. I’m glad you did. This is my friend Spencer, who ran the event. The fashion expert.”
Anthony faced him. “Amazing job tonight. Todd Christianson is going to be a star.”
“Thanks. Who are you? And how do you know Wolf? Are you a lawyer?”
“No, I’m one of the lighting directors for Fashion Week. Wolf and I met for drinks last night, and when I heard he was coming here, I made sure to stop by for at least one dance. What do you say, Wolf?”
Drinks? Wolf? Dating? What the hell?Then Spencer snickered to himself. The last thing Wolf would do at one of these events would be to draw attention to himself, and between the outfit and the dancing, he waited to hear him let Anthony down easy.
“I guess so. Why not?”
Hand in hand, the two of them walked away.
“Who the hell is that?” Elliot whispered to him.
“Seems Wolfie might have a boyfriend and forgot to tell us.”
Spencer intended to find out.
Chapter Eight
Well, this was fucking awkward.
