Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“I think I should just go back to the hotel,” Dylan stated flatly, which should have left no room for argument. Tristan wasn’t ready to let this go yet, though.
“If you aren’t having a good time, we’ll leave. No harm, no foul.” Tristan refused to say another word. At this point, instinct led him more than anything. Of course he was attracted to the guy. Look at him for Christ’s sake, and Tristan had just enough alcohol in him that he did steal a glance, maybe letting his gaze linger a little longer than he should. Dylan was a hot, sexy man that turned him on, but that didn’t mean he’d act on it. No, he wouldn’t act at all, but he’d take him someplace a little quieter and maybe a little more appealing to Dylan’s eye. He needed to get to know this guy better. At the moment, he wanted Dylan’s business more than he wanted his ass. Although, truth be told, he definitely wanted a shot at that tempting ass. Tristan forced his eyes away from the handsome man and prayed he wasn’t massively fucking everything up right now.
The flip-flop of his heart made it hard to think. How in the fuck had Tristan figured out what no one else on the planet seemed to be able to? Fear gripped him, but the alcohol truly helped combat his concerns. That was the main reason he’d learned to stay away from drinking. It had a different effect on him than on most people. He didn’t get sloppy and slurry, he became completely uninhibited. That was dangerous in situations like this. He’d erroneously thought liquor would help him join in the fun of all those naked women. It hadn’t at all.
Dylan watched as they pulled to the front of a high-rise. Nothing about the building gave him any clue what they were really doing, but he had his suspicions.
The alcohol, finding out Tristan was a gay man, and then having that same man call him out had been about all his brain seemed able to process. Never in his thirty-seven years of life had anyone said those words to him. He played the stereotypical hetero husband so well that every person he knew would have sworn the Reeves family stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Dylan’s door opened and he hesitated. His ability to reason made a resurgence, and he couldn’t understand why he’d even gotten inside this car. Why hadn’t he declared Tristan’s words a lie and headed down front to sit with the guys? That would have been the smart thing to do.
Tristan’s smooth voice caught his attention as he ducked his head through the open door. “I promise it’s discreet. Your secret’s safe in here.” He hadn’t even heard him get out of the car, let alone seen him walk around to Dylan’s side. He took a deep breath and steeled his spine. He didn’t have to admit to anything. He could deny things starting right now, but at this point, he was holding up traffic and causing a scene.
“Where are we?” he asked weakly. The conviction he just developed hadn’t made its way to his voice. There was no way he was going inside a gay bar.
“Chasers. It’s a gentleman’s dinner club. It’s quieter here. A different crowd,” Tristan said, extending a hand for Dylan to help get him out of the car.
“I’ve had a lot to drink. I should probably go back to my hotel,” Dylan said lamely, not moving a muscle.
“It’s not far. Come have a drink with me, and I’ll take you back to your room,” Tristan suggested. This time his hand drifted to his arm, gently pulling him from his seat. Dylan stood on the busy street, staring up at the building until Tristan’s hand caressed the small of his back. That got him moving. He couldn’t let himself be touched. That was too much. Even tipsy, his body stirred and his dick plumped. He moved toward the front doors and decided on water for the rest of the night.
“This way,” Tristan said, leading him down a darkened hall to two massive oak doors held open wide. A man dressed in a tuxedo greeted Tristan by name as they entered the dimly lit room.
Funny how he hadn’t wanted the guy to touch him, but now that he was here in this place, he didn’t want to leave Tristan’s side. Staying close, he took in his surroundings. Oversized, black and white prints of men in various stages of undress dominated the charcoal gray walls. A mixture of both large and small tables adorned with black linen cloths and silver table runners filled the room. Expensive crystal fixtures lit the elaborate dining room and bar just enough to give the room an inviting glow. The establishment was completely packed, almost every table occupied. The clientele happened to be all men, no women, and every eye in the place was on him as they entered.
“This way,” Tristan said from behind him, and the hand was again at his lower back, guiding him through the room.
A waiter came around the corner wearing low-cut, tight black leather pants, no shirt, but he did have on a bow tie and carried a tray in his hand. He couldn’t have been much older than Chad. Dylan stared until Tristan nudged him toward a table in the corner.
“Hey, Tristan, want your usual?” The waiter made his way to their table. Tristan pulled out Dylan’s chair before taking the empty one on the opposite side of the small round table.
“That sounds good. Leo meet Dylan.”
“Well, hello there, Mr. Dylan, what can I get you?” Leo asked, smiling brightly. The kid was muscular and flexed his biceps. He wasn’t sure how to react to the obvious flirting from the waiter. That had Tristan chuckling.
“Water,” he stuttered, quickly looking away. The kid was a baby and boldly flirting with him.
“He was drinking a 7 and 7 I believe. Bring him one of those too,” Tristan added.