Page 29 of Diva Pop

Chapter Nine

After hiring the limo service to come get him so he could drink himself under the table, Jett arrived at Sparklers ready to get wasted and laid. He’d already downed a couple shots of tequila on the ride over so he’d be in the zone from the get go.

The manager greeted him personally at the door, then escorted him to his VIP section. Jett had called earlier to make sure it was reserved. The last thing he needed in his current mood was to show up only to discover he’d have to sit with the rest of the crowd. Which of course meant he’d leave and be stuck going home without buckets of adoration and at least one hot guy to fuck.

“Here you go, sir. Will anyone else be joining you this evening?”

Jett took his place on his favorite love seat as the manager pulled out the table for him. “You never know who might join me.” He laughed, a tinkling sound that conveyed a carefree attitude he didn’t possess. “Could you be a doll and have the server bring me a bottle of Patrón? Plenty of lime, also.” A stray thought of Silas’ admonishment about drinking entered his head. “And a bottle of mineral water.”

“Of course, sir. Right away.”

Jett gave him a cover shot-worthy smile then sat back, crossing his lace stocking-covered legs and draping both arms across the top of the seat. Now he could be master of all he surveyed. The black patent, four-inch stiletto heels meant no dancing. His knee was acting up like a son of a bitch.

But dancing wasn’t his motivation for being there. No, his purple waist trainer over a black vinyl mini, along with the sheer, lace-edged wrap was merely the icing on his cake. All he needed now was to find the perfect man to feast on him.

A fan would be good. Someone to ooh and ahh over him all night. Making a large deposit into the ego bank would be needed to get him through the coming weeks.

It didn’t take long for several hopefuls to make their play, but no one tickled his fancy. He told himself that searching for an older, masculine man had nothing at all to do with Silas. It was simply what he was in the mood for.

In between the men he considered then passed on, the occasional club-goer came along who he had a reasonably cordial relationship with, and he invited a few to sit with him for a bit. That was something he rarely did, but since he was usually hanging out with Tory or Tasha or someone he felt safe with, it seemed odd to be sitting and drinking alone like a pathetic loser all night.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you, but I'm such a huge fan.”

Jett turned from Arturo, a dancer he’d known for years, and peered up into the brown eyes of a muscular silver fox. Jett’s gaze traveled over the man’s frame, drinking in the shimmering, silver stretch tee hugging his luscious body and making Jett drool.

Now we’re getting somewhere.

Right as Jett was about to invite him to sit down, the bouncer approached the man.

“Sir, I need you to step back.”

The man straightened, still well behind the ropes, but the bouncers kept Jett’s personal bubble sacred at all times.

Jett leaned up. “That’s okay, hon.” He turned to Mystery Man. “Would you like to join us for a drink?”

The man broke into a wide smile. “As long as I’m not interfering, I’d love to.” The bouncer let him past the ropes, and the man extended his hand to Jett. “My name is Owen. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“How sweet.” Jett accepted the gesture, but only briefly before letting go. “This is my colleague, Arturo. He’s a fantastic dancer, has worked with the band many times.”

Owen smiled politely at Arturo, shook his hand then immediately returned his attention to Jett. Jett indicated to the chair next to him.

“Please, have a seat.” Jett gave Owen his most dazzling smile.

Owen smiled back. “Thank you. What’s everyone drinking? I’ll grab this round.”

“Ooh, a gentleman.” Jett dragged his teeth along his bottom lip while dipping his chin. “That always makes my heart go pitter-patter.”

Arturo cleared his throat. “Uh, actually, I have to get going. Nice meeting you, and thanks for the offer.” Arturo leaned in and air-kissed Jett. “See ya soon.”

Jett doubted it. Once he was ousted from the band, they’d have no reason to socialize again.

“See ya, babe!”

The second he was done with Arturo, Jett resumed his coquettish pose while staring into Owen’s eyes with a seductive smile. If that wasn’t sending all the right signals, then he needed to hang up his flirt hat for good. Silas had certainly been immune to his charms.

Jett’s growing arousal diminished so quickly he probably gave his dick whiplash. He pressed his lips together in frustration. How ridiculous was it to feel guilty over hitting on a guy? He’d never been anything to Silas other than a client, which was as it should be. It wasn’t as if Jett was interested.

He reached for the bottle to pour another shot, letting out a low growl when he realized it was empty.

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