“Lydia told me you were looking to visit Guest Services for some things?”
Oh, Lydia. Gone off and ratted me out to the boss.
The reminder of my actual mission for tonight was welcomed, even if I was now feeling a little salty. A good fuck would get my head on straight and wrangle my ego back in. No matter how offended I felt at the moment.
Paperwork.
He ditched me for fucking paperwork...
“Yeah, actually.” I crossed my arms, too. “You got any condoms stocked in there?”
Blake instantly choked. “What?”
Even in the poor lighting, I could tell his face was instantly going red.
Too easy. Far, far too easy.
“She mentioned you guys had a little of everything. Figured I’d ask the concierge before I went poking around to the other guests.”
He blinked a few times, quickly swiping a hand over his face to cover up how thrown off he was. It was cute, really, how flustered he’d suddenly become. Maybe I was being a little crass but sue me, I was in my feelings. Plus, watching Blake squirm was... fun.
Amusing, even.
What kind of man was he in bed?
Controlling?
Dominant?
The complete opposite?
I usually saved getting into the minds of people for my clients and rarely let it slip into the bedroom. Most men I brought into my bed got squeamish when it came to giving up control, as it was kind of in our nature to crave it.
Me?
I liked a man who wasn’t afraid to leave that shit at the door and letmedo the work for the both of us.
But those were rare cases and ones that seldom ever lasted more than a few months. An unfortunate side effect of our society that demanded constant performance and never rewarded the good behavior of those willing to let their inner submissive thrive.
Too bad, too. That was my ultimate turn on.
“I can check.” Blake’s voice was drawn out, unsure. “Can’t say I’ve seen that behind the desk before.”
“Really? That’s surprising.”
When he finally made eye contact with me again, his brows pulled together. “Really? Why’s that?”
Turning slowly, I gestured to the couples who were now starting to gather around one of the bonfire sites being set up. Two of Blake’s coworkers were stacking the wood in a proper angle while another was off to the side, waiting with a gas can in hand. “I mean... you have a bunch of fit, hot people running around. Kind of ignorantnotto assume some of them were going to be fucking.”
Blake slapped another hand over his face.
“Did I burst your innocent bubble? You had to have known that, right? Surely you weren’tthatignorant.” I’d give him a little bit of slack since he was still in his twenties, but come on. Even this was a little naive.
“I thought you came here by yourself,” he mumbled against his hand. “Everyone here is, like, together with someone.
I grinned. “You never heard of swingers, Blake?”
His eyes went wide for a brief second before he turned away from me and cleared his throat once more. He shifted his weight a few times, his attention dancing around the people coming and going around us while he searched for a way out of this conversation.
