So he suffered in silence. Enough that his coworkers at the theater gave him shit about needing to get laid.
By Friday afternoon, he was more than ready for Vincent to tie him up and have his way with him.
His phone dinged with a text as he tossed his bag onto his bed. Jasper was sure Vincent had his schedule memorized, since he’d gotten home from his last class barely ten minutes ago.
Bring any schoolwork you have.
Jasper groaned. Did that mean they weren’t going to be enjoying themselves this weekend? Then again, there’d been several hours last weekend where he hadn’t done anything but watch TV while Vincent worked on his laptop. It’d been surprisingly peaceful.
Really, spending time with Vincent was something he looked forward to. Sex or not.
With a sigh, he turned on his music and grabbed a textbook. He had a couple of hours to kill, and he spent it making notes for the next chapter in hisphysiology course.
The car arrived at six, and he settled into the back seat with his bag. It didn’t take long for him to realize they were heading towards the club rather than Vincent’s home, and he straightened in anticipation. Was Vincent planning something new? Not that he was worried, even if Amber had warned him against jumping in too deep with the new experiences. He could handle a bit of experimenting.
There was an ambulance parked at the corner with its lights flashing when they arrived, and a small crowd had formed on the sidewalks. Inside, everyone had been kicked out of the dungeon and were lingering near the open bar. As soon as he neared the sitting area, one of the staff motioned for him and led him upstairs.
“Vincent is handling an emergency at the moment, but he should be done soon.” And then they were gone, leaving Jasper alone in Vincent’s empty office.
Well, so much for this being planned playtime.
He dropped his bag on the black leather sofa and eyed the wall covered with security feeds. Most showed the main floor, with a few on the outside by the doors, but the ones in the center were the private rooms.
He knew there were feeds from reading the membership application, but he hadn’t known Vincent had them in his office.
He skimmed over the screens, but he didn’t see Vincent anywhere. None of the cameras seemed to show the dungeon. And since he wasn’t a perv, he turned away and poked around the office. Not that there was much to it. An expensive desk, a filing cabinet, an aloe plant, and another fluffy one that a quick Google search said was a ZZ plant.
The sofa had a glass coffee table in front of it, and across from that was a small bookcase. Most of the books were BDSM related, but there were also philosophy, poetry, and a few fantasy novels.
He grinned as he spotted a familiar large blue book. He pulled it out and thumbed throughHitchhiker’swell-worn pages. At least Vincent had good taste.
The door opened, and Jasper quickly put the book back, turning in time to see Vincent stalk in. He was pissed. Which probably did not bode well for the weekend.
Vincent paused as he caught sight of Jasper, his shoulders releasing some of their tension, but he was clearly one wrong word from biting someone’s head off.
“Are you okay?” Jasper asked.
“I’m fine.” Vincent’s voice was sharp as he moved to his desk. He pulled out a piece of paper and shut the drawer with a bit more force than necessary. “I need you to sign this to be in here. It’s a standard confidentiality agreement, saying you won’t repeat anything about what you see on the cameras.”
Jasper nodded and picked up a pen, glancing over the form without really reading it before signing. He watched Vincent tuck it away in the filing cabinet in silence.
Vincent’s shoulders were tense again as he shed his jacket and tossed it over the back of his chair. He took a slow breath, finally turning to Jasper and focusing on him. “Have you eaten dinner?”
“Not yet.” He might have been hoping they would have dinner together.
Vincent rifled through his drawer again and handed over another paper. “I’m going to be stuck here a while. With the clusterfuck downstairs, I’m catering dinner for the staff from here tonight.”
Jasper took the paper and inched towards the sofa, trying not to call any more attention to himself. Not that he was really worried about Vincent bitinghishead off. But old habits were hard to break, and older, angry men kicked his flight instincts into overdrive. He sat on the sofa and studied the menu for a restaurant down the street.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Vincent made an annoyed sound as he opened it to admit a slender blond woman in a pantsuit.
She closed the door behind her and smiled faintly at Jasper before focusing on Vincent. “The paramedics have gone. She refused to be admitted to the hospital, so they’re going home.”
Vincent made another annoyed sound, then sighed and sat on the edge of his desk. “You’re sure it was an accident?”
“Yes, I saw it myself. She was fine until someone cried out on the other side of the room, and it looked like she instinctively started to get up, which caused the scalpel to cut deeper than intended.”
Jasper winced. Vincent really hadn’t been kidding about people using scalpels and needles?
