This was his man.
And he was so goddamn hot that Ian wanted to crawl on his knees and thank whoever created this sexy specimen of masculinity.
Gryphen Carter was like nothing he’d ever seen before in his life.
Hell.
He wanted to get on his knees for this man and worship his body in any way he requested.
Someone wanted to serve the Lord.
That someone was him.
As Graham walked past Ian, who was gawking, he focused on Gryphen.
“My Lord, some wine?” he asked, picking up a gold rimmed crystal glass.
“Yes, Graham, please,” he said, enjoying the view. Never let it be said that Ian Patterson wasn’t handsome in a suit. He was in a dark one with a matching shirt, and his body was alluring.
His shirt was open at the neck, and he looked important in his gold watch, and shiny shoes.
He loved this man so much.
Gryphen only looked away long enough for Graham to hand him a glass.
“Here you go, My Lord,” he said, putting it on pretty thick.
Hey, who was he to criticize this?
If this was their kink, so be it.
“Unless there is anything else you need, My Lord, I will retire to my room.”
“Thank you, Graham. I have the rest of the evening under control.”
The man nodded.
“Mr. Patterson, I wish you a good night.”
Oh, and he was betting it was going to be a wild one. Gryphen had been aroused before, and it was clear that Ian was now turned on too. There was a flush moving up his neck.”
“Thank you, Graham.”
As he left, the doors were closed, and still, Ian couldn’t move. He was mesmerized.
Gryphen knew he needed to get the game started, and hopefully, Ian would understand and join him for this little interlude.
“Thank you for joining me for dinner,” Gryphen said. “I’m glad you accepted my invitation.”
He just blinked.
Oh, he was so hard right now, he was definitely pretty sure this ticked off all the fantasies he had about this man.
“Gryph,” he began.
Only, he stopped him.
“It’s Lord Carter, Sir. Now, may I suggest we have something to eat so we can discuss our agreement?”