Valerie holds up a hand. “Before you start,Captain Mercer, Severin has gone through all the usual vetting processes and has signed an ironclad nondisclosure agreement, same as all our employees.”
“And the private dressing room?” Brenton presses.
“Free of all but his personal bag, which was searched on arrival,” Val assures him.
Brenton grunts but steps back, removing himself to the shadows once again.
Valerie turns to me. “Severin asked me to tell you that he heard you like to watch and that he is pleased because he likes to be watched.”
“Shocking, an exhibitionist stripper.”
Val huffs a laugh and opens the door a tiny crack. The unmistakable slap of flesh on flesh reverberates through the opening, and I slip inside. If anything can put me in the right mindset to begin my post-Aurelia comeback, it’s seeing my best friend balls deep in a beautiful man whose face is currently fashioned in a mask of pure ecstasy.Fuck they are a sight to behold.
