The man half-smiled. It made his dark eyes twinkle, but didn’t erase his grave, almost severe countenance. “So do I, considering that’s when I make my money.”
I chuckled. “You must be Mr. Hughes.” I hurried across the dance floor to greet the club’s owner. “Ryder Calloway,” I said as I extended my hand.
“Parker, please. I hate the formality of having my employees call me Mister, especially considering what I make them wear to work.” He winked, and I laughed out loud.
What a pleasant surprise. On first impression, everything about this man seemed formal, from his Armani suit to his shiny shoes—were those alligator? Nice—to his impeccable posture and even his flawless skin. Parker seemed the type to demand rigid perfection from his employees rather than allowing them to use his first name for their comfort.
But I’d never had a boss, so what the hell did I know?
“Parker it is,” I said, shooting him the grin I’d been told charmed many men into my bed. Well, my pants, anyway, most never made it as far as my bed. Club bathrooms and random rooms at a frat house were more my style—quicker and less messy that way.
“Come on up to my office.” Parker turned and strode toward a back hallway. “I prefer to conduct interviews up there.”
I couldn’t help but admire the man’s backside as he walked, both his ass and the expanse of his shoulders. I’d bet beneath that very well-fitting suit he had a nicely muscled body, probably sprinkled with the same salt and pepper hair his head boasted. All in all, Parker was a devastatingly handsome man. The man must be drowning in dick, owning the most exclusive gay nightclub in Boston.
Older men didn’t do much for me. Sure, I could admire them and my cock had no problem appreciating the view, but I never went after them. I had enough issues with my real father. I didn’t want a man thinking he could act like my daddy and tell me what to do.
No fucking thank you.
I followed him up a staircase directly into a large, glamorous office. The office’s rear wall was the same obsidian as the walls downstairs, but the front was a semicircle lined with windows. Parker had a perfect view of the bar, half the dance floor, and the VIP section. Somehow, I’d failed to look up when I’d been here Saturday night. Otherwise, I’d have noticed this setup where Top Shelf’s king spent his nights observing his empire in action.
“Please, have a seat,” he said as he strode to a black wooden desk. “Welcome to my office, which has been dubbed the Bird’s Nest by my staff.”
I chuckled as I sat across the desk from him in a plush chair, the same green velvet as the curtains. It was luxurious and so damn soft I wanted to strip down and rub my naked body all over it. I’d bet money Parker had fucked in his chair. Or at least sat bare-assed while an eager-to-please man kneeled between his legs and choked on his cock.
I sure would have.
“Thanks. It’s beautiful in here. The entire club is gorgeous. You have one hell of a decorator.”
Parker grinned with pride. “Thank you. This place is my world.” Something about the way he said those words had me tilting my head to study him. There seemed to be an undercurrent of sadness hidden beneath his posh exterior.
Interesting.
And not my business.
I was there to work, hopefully, and show Alex he wasn’t the only man who could rake in monster tips.
“So you’re interested in a position as a bottle service boy?”
“I am.”
Parker leaned back in his leather captain’s chair, folding his hands across his stomach. “That position is Wednesday through Saturday nights from nine p.m. until two a.m. After two, we close up, and as soon as the place is spotless, you can go.”
“Sounds great.”
“Have you been to my club before? As a patron?”
“I have. I was here this past Saturday night.”
He nodded. “So you’re aware of the uniform. It’s… small, but customers love it.”
I flashed him a grin. “Not a problem. I was a fan of it myself.”
A fan of Alex in it, not that anyone would ever find that out.
“Do you have experience with bottle service or bartending?”
“I do not, but I have plenty of experience paying for it, so I’ve picked up a few things.”
