Ewen nodded and started making my drink. I turned to look around the club. The boys Ewen had just served were on the dance floor, giving a table of Daddies the eye and putting on a show. I smirked. The boys were either already hooked up or had picked out their prey for the night.
They weren’t the only ones on the floor. Boys of every shape and size filled the space, all of them gorgeous, some sexy as hell, others blatantly smutty, but none of them caught my interest, at least not more than a passing glance to acknowledge how beautiful they were.
I sighed. I wasn’t into brats who bratted too much or littles who regressed past a middle. I liked boys who knew how to have fun but also knew when it was time to be serious and do what needed doing. While I knew judging a book by the cover was stupid, I couldn’t help it. The boys on the floor just didn’t do anything for me.
My eyes wandered away from the floor, my gaze passing over several guys only to stop and move back to a boy leaning against the pillar, watching the others dance.
Oh yeah. That’s what I was looking for.
He definitely piqued my interest.
Breathtakingly tall, muscular without being bulky, long, long legs, and a head full of shoulder-length, reddish brown hair. But it was his mouth and eyes that really captured my attention. His full lips shone in the dim blue lights that made the kink club into a dance club.
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?”
“He is,” I said, turning back to the bartender. I traded my membership card for the drink he held. Glancing back at the boy, I asked, “Is he a regular?”
He scanned the card without removing his eyes from the boy who stood off to the side alone. After handing me my card, he braced his hands on the edge of the bar.
“No. Not that I know of, and he’s not someone you’d forget.”
My head bobbed in agreement. The boy was too fucking exquisite to be ignored or forgotten.
“Did he order a drink?”
“Not from me.” He turned and spoke to the other two bartenders, then came back to me. “He tried. He didn’t have a payment method attached to his membership card, according to Slone.”
“What did he try to order?”
“A soda.”
“Can you send one to him? And if there’s a room I could reserve for the night?”
“Jumping the gun, aren’t you?”
“If he doesn’t wanna play, that’s fine, but I don’t drive once I start drinking. Plus, this will save me from fighting the college kids and this crowd for a ride share.”
“Smart man.” He moved over to the computer, tapping a few times on the screen before looking back up at me. “I’ve got a couple of rooms left. Want me to add one to the card on file?”
“Yeah. I don’t need anything special.”
“So, no whips and chains or shower drains?
I laughed. “No. Definitely no shower drains.”
Golden showers weren’t my thing.
“Got it reserved.”
“Thank you, and I don’t know who I praise for the way the club is set up and managed…”
“For this location? Me, but I can’t take all the credit for the idea. That came from a couple of service buddies. They opened the original club in Nashville. But we are one large community, so if you download the app, you can access the message boards. To give feedback, check out the Gripes and Glories thread. There’s also a submission form for suggestions.”
“Awesome. I’ll check it out. Thanks.”
The last syllable hadn’t fallen silent when the bartender named Slone approached the boy with the drink. He looked at Slone with surprise, but took the drink. Slone pointed toward me, and the boy turned to face me fully.
His profile didn’t do him justice. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. Long reddish-brown hair framed his strikingly gorgeous face. His eyes too far away to tell the color,but whatever color they were, they were lined in black and his lips… fuck me… they were glossy, but not overly so. It was just enough that they looked freshly kissed and left wet and plump.
