I glanced at Alex, whose fake smile didn’t show an ounce of annoyance with the way Silver Shirt spoke, but I noticed the tension in his shoulders and the slight narrowing of his eyes. I could read his annoyance like a book with the number of times he’d snarled at me.
Did it happen often? Being looked down on by customers? Did Silver Shirt see us as less because we served the drinks instead of ordering them? If so, what a dick. Little did he know I’d never been on this side before.
I frowned. God, had I ever made a hospitality worker feel that low?
Was that why Alex hated me on sight? No, calling him freeloader was nothing more than a dumb joke. The man had a stick up his ass was all.
“A magnum of Dom coming right up,” I said with as much charm as I could muster. “And there will be glasses for everyone. You gentlemen get settled in, and we’ll be right back with the good stuff.”
“Mmm, can’t wait.” Feathers licked his lower lip as his partner chuckled.
I hustled after Alex as he hurried to the club’s enormous walk-in refrigerator to grab a chilled bottle of the requested champagne. “Hey, is that allowed?”
As he pulled the heavy refrigerator door open, the play of muscles in his shoulders and upper back snagged my attention.For a guy who spent so much of his time studying, Alex was no slouch. Those shoulders would look spectacular as he held himself up while I—someone—powered into him from behind.
He spun to face me, placing his hands on his hips. That, too, accented his strong shoulders and upper arms. I guess carrying heavy bottles did good things to a man’s physique. “Is what allowed?”
“Huh?”
As expected, the walk-in was damn cold. As soon as we stepped in, my nipples hardened to two chilly points. So did Alex’s. They looked good, all tight and pointing out from his hairless chest. Did he like them played with? Sucked or pinched while someone stroked his cock? Maybe the occasional light nip.
Or harder.
I nearly fanned myself. What happened to the cold air in the damn walk-in?
“Hello?” Fingers snapped in front of my face. “Earth to Ryder. You asked me if something was allowed.”
I blinked as he snapped again. “Oh, right, sorry. Uh, the guy in the feathers asked if he could lick the champagne off me. If I were down for that, is it something Parker allows?”
“No.” He shook his head as he strode across the walk-in to where the giant bottles of champagne were stored. “Parker is kinda strict when it comes to that. We can dance, flirt, obviously, even touch as long as it’s nothing overly sexual. But we must keep our mouths to ourselves and customers’ mouths off us.”
He hefted the bottle off the shelf. Once again, my attention strayed to how his toned upper body flexed and rippled with the effort.
“Sorry to disappoint. He’s cool with us getting numbers, though, so you could always hook up with him later. You want the bottle or the glasses?”
I snorted. “Thanks, but I’d rather not have to pull feathers out of my orifices. I’ll pass. And bottle. I’ll take the bottle.” I snatched it from him. Alex, carrying a tray of empty champagne flutes, shouldn’t make his muscles pop enough to distract me. “Lord knows where that guy’s tongue has been. How dare you think I’d be that easy,” I added with an exaggerated scoff.
Alex just grunted.
The giant walk-in refrigerator was one of the quietest places in the club, and though freezing, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement between us to take a second to enjoy the peace before venturing back out into the chaos.
“Bet he sucks a mean cock, though.”
“Hadn’t thought about it.” Alex rotated his head from side to side, cracking his neck and exposing the long, smooth line of his throat.
What the hell was wrong with me tonight? Why couldn’t I stop noticing things about this man’s body? He was throwing me off-kilter without trying, and I needed the upper hand back. Luckily, I knew just the thing to get under his skin.
I cleared my throat, trying to hide my smirk. “You know who gives a fan-fucking-tastic blow job?”
Alex rolled his eyes. “Oh, let me guess… you?”
God, he was so fun to play with. So easy to rile. I waggled my eyebrows. “That’s right. Bet I give better head than you’ve ever had.”
He folded his arms across his chest, cutting off my view of his perky nipples.
Too bad.
“I highly doubt that, but I guess I’ll never know for sure because you are the last man I’d let near my dick.”
