Mallory Fischer had a strict rule about fraternising with the staff. It didn’t matter what the event was, where in the world we were, what time of day it was—each guest was absolutely forbidden from having any relations with the staff. Mainly because Jazz used to be notorious for it and it was bad for the Fischer image despite everyone fucking everyone at those things.
And any staff member caught would be blacklisted from every event in London and never to work in hospitality again. Not that the rich toffs ever gave a fuck. They usually just slipped the staff some money and moved on.
“Fine.” Darcy lifted his head to glare at me before turning his attention back to the man. “I’ll find you later,” he purred, grabbing the waiter’s tie, stealing a last kiss before slapping his ass. The man’s eyes lit with fire before he ran off, adjusting his trousers, returning to work pink-lipped and with a hard cock.
“You’re really spoiling my fun,” Darcy tutted as he walked towards me.
He was classically beautiful. You wouldn’t find him out of place in a collection of Grecian statues. He carried himself with ease, and he knew how to have a good time, but he had a habit of taking it too far.
“It’s better I’m spoiling your fun than one of the snitches out there,” I said, flicking my head towards the door.
Darcy shot me one of his charming smiles before his shoulders rolled back, and he popped a hip. “Are you offering for the night, then?” His fingers danced up my arm, his face hopeful.
I’d made the mistake of sleeping with Darcy once or twice a year. We never made any promises to each other, and I usually avoided repeat one-night stands, but we were always at the same parties, and sometimes we were both drunk and bored.
“No.” I frowned at him. “Besides, it looks like you’re going to have your hands full tonight.”
A wistful look passed over his face. “Hopefully.”
“The guy is twice your age.”
“Well.” He threw me a wink. “Twice the experience, isn’t it?”
“Where do you planon going?”
“Oh, Dom, you’re so forward tonight! Why? Do you want to take part?”
“I’m more concerned about you getting caught fucking one of the waiters out in the open. That’s pushing it, even for you.”
“Ah. Yes. Unfortunately, you have a point.”
“And?”
“I guess I’ll just have to find somewhere more private.”
I pursed my lips, wondering if the idea forming in my mind was really worth it. But from the gleam in Darcy’s eye, I could tell he didn’t give a shit about whether the waiter was fired or not. He only wanted to get his dick wet.
Sighing heavily, I shook my head as I looked down at him. I was exactly the same up until not too long ago. To be fair, I still could be if I wanted to, but at least I didn’t hurt anyone when I was fucking around.
Until Harry. Until this crush started pulverising me.
“You can have the key to my room. But ononecondition,” I said, running my tongue over my teeth.
“Really!? Of course. What is it?” Darcy beamed.
I curled my index finger and notched it under his chin. With his head tilted back, I had his full attention. “You keep it down, alright? Nothing after the fireworks.”
“Loud and clear, Captain.” He grinned. I pursed my lips before releasing him, reaching into the inner pocket of my dinner jacket and pulling out my key.
Giving up my room was better than the waiter losing his job. Although I had tonight all planned out from start to juicy finish,I wasn’t going to be partially responsible for a guy getting fired just because I wanted a guilty wank.
“Take care of yourself, okay?” I said as I handed it over.
His face slipped into one of those sultry smirks I was used to. He lifted the key to his lips, kissing it as he held my gaze. “I’ll try.” He threw me another wink before shooting off, probably to find the waiter again and stop him from doing his job.
I watched him go, my face softening into a stupid smile as I rubbed my neck.
My mind flew straight to Harry. I’d had years of sleeping around, of hooking up with any guy that brewed even a spark of attraction, and now all I wanted was him. I was lying to myself when I said I could still fuck around.
