She gestured.“About this tall, bleach blond but the natural way, lawyer?”
“Yup, that’s the one.”Corvin looked at Theo.“Your man’s a fluff ball?”
Theo let his head drop.“Yeah, I guess?”He looked at Corvin.“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.It’s like—do you know what he did the other day?”
“Honey, you tell me what Peter did, and I’ll take care of it,” Celeste said, crossing her arms.
Theo frowned.“He got this cook.Chef.Like, the man had stars.Those tire stars.Whatever.He had the chef come to the house, and then he had him make me dinner while we watched and talked and had wine.He said it was because he didn’t cook, but he wanted to surprise me with dinner.It was a fucking weeknight.He had a professional chef make me dinner on a fucking weeknight!”
Corvin blinked.“I don’t see the problem.”
Celeste sighed.“I don’t think this conversation is suitable for the bar.At least not at this time of day.”
“No, I could use a drink, actually,” Theo said.
Celeste looked at him.“I have cookies upstairs.”
Theo swallowed.“Okay.We can go upstairs.”
Chapter 2
Celeste’sapartmentwasatthe very top of the Boudoir, right under the roof.It had a great view of the city, slanting walls here and there, and photo prints of burlesque artists on the wall.In what Theo had always thought of as an interesting choice, the back staircase brought them directly to Celeste’s large kitchen with the big island in the middle.
She motioned for them to sit on the chairs there.
“Oh, nice place,” Corvin said.“Sort of reminds me of my old apartment.”
“Thank you.Though I’m never sure about the wisdom of living so close to my work.”
Celeste moved a pretty pink glass plate with a matching glass cover over to the island.Theo saw the cookies piled neatly underneath and his mouth started watering.It had been a while since he’d had Celeste’s baking.
Corvin nodded.“That’s a fair point.By the way, is this a club or a bar?You don’t even have a sign on the door, so it must be pretty exclusive.”
Theo’s cheeks heated.Celeste directed a level gaze at him.
“Theo, did you not tell your friend we do sex work here?”
“Uh, well…”
Corvin’s eyes widened.“Oh!You do?Wow.I’ve never been—I mean, it’s too late for me now.Theo, is this why you told me to keep an open mind?”
Theo shrugged.“Kind of.”
“Well, I was worried you’d fallen victim to some cult, but this is cool.You run this place?”
Celeste set glass plates in front of them and beamed at Corvin.“I certainly do.Why would you say it’s too late for you though?It’s never too late for a good time.”
Corvin sighed.“Well, like I told your security person, I’m coconut cream about to make a perfect piña colada with my Pineapple Mike.”
Celeste put a hand on her hip.“Hmm?”
“He’s getting married,” Theo said.
“Hmm.”Celeste’s voice rose with interest.“That’s not as much of an issue as you might think.We absolutely cater to couples.”
Corvin shook his head.“It’s not for us.”
“Fair enough.”She lifted the glass cover off her cookies.“But you’ll not say no to my cherry and chocolate chip cookies, will you?I even have homemade almond milk.”
