Page 124 of The Laughing Game

Our drinks arrived, and we sat there chatting about nonsense. Gideon looked down at his phone again.

“He wants us to come over.”

“To the bar?”

“Yeah. Like, pretend we saw him and we want to introduce ourselves. As a prelude to, you know,introducing ourselves.”

“Jesus. You two have this down, don’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s fun. And super fucking hot.”

“I’m getting that vibe.”

“Ready?” Gideon asked.

“Wait,” I said, downing the rest of my drink. “Now I’m ready.”

Gideon stood and picked up his glass. I followed him to the bar, glad there weren’t many people in the restaurant, and nobody at the bar but Vihaal.

When Gideon was close enough, he said, “Excuse me,” and Vihaal looked up.

I grinned to let him know I was in on the joke. But he stared at me as if I was a complete stranger. As my smile faded, my cock swelled and fireworks started going off in my belly.

“Can I help you?” he asked, checking us over with an obvious interest.

“Oh, I really hope you can,” Gideon replied. “My, uh, partner and I just came for a drink at this lovely hotel, but we don’t know anything about Ottawa. We were hoping you could show us around…maybe starting with a room in this hotel.” Gideon asked, with that cheeky way that I loved so much.

“But…” Vihaal stated, gaze moving back and forth between us. “I don’t have a room.”

Gideon grinned and sipped his drink, taking my hand in a subtle gesture that only Vihaal could see. “Maybe you shouldget one.”

Vihaal’s gaze roamed over him again, and he smiled. “The rooms here are very expensive.”

“It’ll be worth it. Trust me,” Gideon said, stroking my fingers in a way that made it feel like he had his hand down my pants.

Vihaal regarded us carefully, as if he really was trying to judge whether paying for a room would be worth it. I leaned in and whispered in Gideon’s ear, flashing a quick glance at Vihaal.

“What did your friend say?” Vihaal asked.

“He said we should tell you that we’re extremely obedient. If that was something you might like.”

Vihaal didn’t say anything at first, but he pushed his drink away and shut his iPad case.

“As a matter of fact,” Vihaal muttered, standing and looking us over even more overtly. “It’s something I might like very much.”

My body hummed with energy. I’d never done anything like this before, in a public place. It seemed risky and scandalous and very, very exciting.

“Wait here,” Vihaal said.

“Yes, Sir,” Gideon replied, and Vihaal smiled briefly then left us.

“Is he getting a room?” I asked.

“Fuck, I sure hope so,” Gideon muttered. “You did great! Keep it up and we’re going to have thebesttime!

Vihaal came back with a room key and grabbed his jacket off the stool. “All right. I have a room. Perhaps we should introduce ourselves.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, that’s a good idea. I’m Gideon, and this is Angel.”

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