“Overyourknee, maybe,” I said, trying not to laugh at the hungry look in Santiago’s eyes. “I’m going to try my luck with the queen and her hot little wisp of a boyfriend, though.”
Santiago snorted, but then took a look at my face—it was possible I wasn’t as good at hiding my own hunger as I’d thought—and slammed his glass down on the table, leaning forward to stare me down.
“You right bloody bastard,” he muttered after a minute, his lips twitching. “You’ve already arranged to hook up with them, haven’t you?”
“Youdidbribe me to fly over with the promise of all the boys I could handle,” I said, neither confirming nor denying as I gave in and laughed at the expression on his face.
“This weekend isn’t abribe,” Santiago spluttered, waving me off. “It’s two old friends with a shared interest… who just happened to find the best venue for that interest near the home offices of the top financial firm in the civilized world.”
He grinned, looking triumphant.
“Top firm?” I pretended to think about it. “I guess it could be.IfI accepted their offer to join the team.”
Santiago’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously, Roman? You’re actually considering it? I honestly thought this was just a chance to get you to visit at the company’s expense.”
Of course I wasn’t.
Was I?
“I’m just messing with you, Santi. You know I’m happy in New York,” I said, repeating it by rote as my eyes returned to Diva and Isaac.
“And how did you manage to arrange something with this drag queen, again?” Santiago asked, giving me a speculative look. “Because I’m pretty sure she’s here as entertainment, not a participant.”
My turn to snort. “She’s here to participate,” I said, a wave of testosterone-fueled satisfaction washing over me. Jules had reached out to me on the app, been the aggressor, but that didn’t stop me from feeling a possessive sort of pride in the fact that the two boys were mine.
Going to be mine.
Temporarily.
God, Isaac already looked wrecked, and all Diva had done was… own his mouth completely.
Could she have been serious about Isaac’s lack of experience? But she’d also claimed they had an open relationship, which implied that they were regularly… experiencing things.
Something didn’t quite add up, but my cock was already feeling too invested to walk away.
Hell, who was I kidding? I was already invested with more than just my cock. Luckily, I was also old enough to know how foolish it was to assume that my read on these two—based solely on a few weeks of online flirting with Jules, the last thirty minutes of devouring his sweet boyfriend with my eyes, and my own hopes and dreams—was correct.
It couldn’t be.
Theycouldn’tbe perfect for me.
No, they weren’t, by definition. I wanted a boy—or boys—to call my own, and Jules and Isaac lived here in London.
“You might be right,” Santiago said, his eyes back on the two sexy boys I planned on spending the rest of my evening with. “The queen is definitely up to participating insomething.”
He leered, and I held back a growl. Not “the” two sexy boys… my two sexy boys. Unless Jules had changed his mind, they weremine.
For now.
“No cuff,” Santiago said, tapping his discreet blue wristband with a serious look on his face. “So be careful, Roman.”
Cuffd had provided the wristbands as a way for event participants to readily identify each other over the weekend as we mingled with the other guests at The Luxe. And Santiago was right, Jules wasn’t technically here as a participant, even if he did have a profile on Cuffd. He’d been hired to entertain us… but he’d also made it clear that he’d accepted the booking because his boyfriend needed a Daddy, and he was determined to find one for him.
Me.Iwas going to be Isaac’s Daddy.
Now that I’d seen the two of them—seen them in person, but also seen them together—it was the only acceptable answer.
“No need to tell me to hide my valuables and set low expectations,” I said to Santiago sarcastically. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”
