Amused, Grady knocked my shoulder with his. “Come on, lover boy. Let’s get a drink.”
We were given a table in the VIP area, and Grady ordered a bottle of vodka. The space was packed, but I saw my client behind one of the bars, sipping what I knew was club soda, since he didn’t drink.
“I’m gonna go say hi to Jeff. Wanna come?” I stood and waited for Grady.
“No, I’m good, thanks.”
“I bet you are, honey.” A willowy, pale blond in a harness passing by, stopped in his tracks and bent down. “Wanna show me?”
Grady chuckled. “Thanks, but I’m just here for him.”
Disappointment clouded the blond’s face. “Well, if you decided to make it a threesome, come find me.” He wiggled away.
“I’m tellin’ you…” I winked, and Grady snorted.
“Go find a hottie.”
I weaved through the crowd and caught Jeff’s eye. He waved me over and hugged me. He’d been coming to the shop to get his ink even before I’d met Carlos.
“Lemme get you a drink.” He ordered me a vodka on the rocks. “It’s been a long fuckin’ week.”
“Same, dude. Same.”
Drink in hand, I scanned the floor, checking out the scene, and picked out a few guys I wouldn’t mind getting naked with, but it looked more like a banking convention than a gay dance club.
“You got a lot of suits in here tonight. What’s going on?”
Jeff laughed. “Sorry. I know that’s not your type. But the Gay Lawyers’ Guild was having an annual meeting, and I couldn’t say no.”
“Not saying no can be trouble.” I cackled. “I can attest to that.”
“Is that so?” The voice at my shoulder had me peering to the right, and I found myself once again caught by those blue eyes I’d seen outside. “Does that mean you’ll say yes to me?”
Chapter Two
Bailey
Yum, yum.
I’d had little hope of finding the gorgeous, leather-clad stud I’d ogled outside, but Lady Luck was on my side, and I was ready to have my lever pulled. I gulped my Scotch and licked my lips. Leather-man reached out and plucked the empty glass from my hand.
“What’s the question?” That husky voice sent a shiver through me, straight to my groin.
“How about we get on the floor and find out?”
He slid a muscular arm around my waist. “I’m not that much of a dancer.”
I grabbed hold of that fabulous ass. “I am. You can stand there and look pretty.”
His deep chuckle rumbled, and the floor was crowded enough to allow him to do exactly what I’d said while I pressed up against him. The rock-hard bulge in his pants matched mine, and I rubbed my cheek to his stubbled one. He carded his fingers in my hair and twisted it tight. I drew in a sharp breath, not from pain but pleasure.
“Am I pretty enough yet?” he asked. “Because I’m about ready to get you naked right here if you don’t say yes.”
I was drowning in the blue pools of his fierce gaze. “I live uptown.”
“And I live down the block. Let’s go.”
His firm, calloused hand grabbed my wrist, and I followed him. He stopped by the VIP section, where a man sat with a bottle.
