Page 4 of Naughty November

“Mmm. Lucky Atticus.” He held out his hand. “Sebastian Moriarty. I see you’ve met my husband.”

“Yes. I think I’d like to take out a membership.”

“Excellent.” Sebastian and I shook hands. He turned to Jacob. “Who’s signed up for the stage this evening?”

Jacob nodded at the molly boy I’d met earlier. “Toby’s your man.”

“Oh wonderful. It’s usually him when Robin’s not here.” He frowned. “I think we need to incentivize some of the others to perform more. Like Kip. He’s fantastic when he agrees to do it.”

“Yes, I agree. Maybe a monetary bonus if they perform during their shift. Let me think on it,” Jacob said.

“I’m sure Robin and Toby could use some extra money. And the client’s love it, so…”

Atticus grinned. “Well, it’s not something we can see anywhere else, you know.”

Sebastian nodded at me. “Wonderful to meet you, Mr. Ross,” he said, then moved on to take a seat at the piano by the stage. He played a quick riff and spoke into the microphone.

“Would Toby Dunn please come to the stage? It’s time for a saucy and scintillating interlude.”

Applause erupted and there were hoots and hollers as Toby glanced Sebastian’s way and held up his index finger to indicate that he’d need a moment.

Jacob brought out an iPad and presented it to me.

“If you could just fill out this electronic form and show me two pieces of identification, we can get this ball rolling.”

“Sure. Great,” I said, taking it from him. I took a moment to read over the contract, then started to put in my info.

“What do you want to drink, Luther?” Atticus asked. “Nothing with booze if we’re going to do a scene.”

“No, of course not. I’ll have a club soda with lime, please.”

“We can always get a proper drink afterwards. I might need one,” he said, eyeing me up and down.

I grinned at him and winked. “We both might.”

I filled out my information and sent Jacob an e-transfer for the fee. Jacob printed out a membership card.

“There you go. You’re official now, Luther Ross.”

“Thank you.” I turned to Atticus. “And thank you for introducing me to this place. Let’s get that table before the show starts.”

We took our seats at the table beside the huge fireplace. Someone had placed an arrangement of artificial pillar candles in it since the weather outside was too warm to warrant a blaze. The soft glow of their battery-operated flames bounced off the dark walls of the hearth and added to the old-fashioned ambience.

Toby still hadn’t gone to the stage, but Sebastian was singing a version of Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon, while we waited. He played quite well and had a lovely tenor voice.

“So…forty, huh?” Atticus said. “You don’t look it. Like, at all.”

“That’s nice of you to say.”

“No, I mean it. I thought so when I saw your photo.” He put his elbow on the table and rested his head in his hand, gazing at me with appreciation. “Just enough Daddy to be sexy as fuck.”

I laughed, blushing with self-consciousness. “Is that what you tell all your dates?”

He blinked softly, like a cat. “I don’t only date older men, you know.”

“Oh?”

He sat up. “I sometimes pull guys my age. Sometimes younger even.”

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