Page 23 of Uncharted Desires
My cheeks heat up but I hold his gaze. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do. Just make sure you don’t sink too deep. It never ends well with customers.”
“He’s not a customer. He’s—” He’s… what? A friend? Not really. A classmate? Barely. “He’s different.”
Jesse takes a second to read something on my face. “I’m sure he is.” The group approaches the bar, and I can sense their eyes drilling holes in our skulls. Jesse jerks his head in the general direction of the room. “Go. But watch out for yourself, will you?”
I bite my lip and give him a nod. “Thanks. I owe you.”
He’s right. He’s absolutely fucking right. But that doesn’t stop me from grabbing the folder Blake left behind and hiding it under the bar, loosening my tie as I step out to the general area and follow the man namedTrouble.
Blake doesn’t look surprised when I catch up to him in the corridor between rooms.
I put my hands in my pockets and match my pace to his. “You’re gonna get me fired, you know?”
He’s looking straight ahead, unfazed. “Good. You’ll have more time for me, then.”
I open my mouth, about to snap at him, but bite my tongue at the last second.
There’s no point.
A guy like him will never understand the struggle. But maybe I shouldn’t blame him for that. It’s not his fault I’ve been dealt a shitty hand. And it’s not his fault his father is who he is.
Besides, it’s just sex, after all.
“I’m not sure if you’ll ever get so lucky.”
He takes a big step forward before turning to me and blocking my way, making me crash into him. “Oh, really?”
He takes me by surprise when he reaches down, gropes my crotch, and massages my junk. “You sure about that?”
I sigh. The warmth of his hand on my cock makes it rise to the occasion despite my sorry state.
Damn. Where did the shy guy go? Is the man currently rubbing my cock and biting his lip, looking at me doe-eyed, the same one that stepped into the club, scared, stiff, and out of place? “I have to say, I kind of like this new you.”
He leans in and brings his mouth to my ear. “There’s more where that came from.”
Damn.
I step out of his reach before he can make me lose my composure right here in the hallway, grab his wrist and yank him forward.
“Where are we going?” he pants behind me, struggling to keep up.
“You’ll see.”
I twist our way between patrons, through a hallway, then another, and then another until we reach a room at the end of the club because I know not many people make it this far.
Sure enough, only half of the sofas are occupied, and before Blake can stop and stare, I drag him toward one of the booths lining the wall and draw the heavy curtains the second we make it inside.
“Wait,” he says. “Leave them open.”
I chuckle under my breath. Something about his naivete, about the innocence he still possesses deep down, makes him endearing.
That is until I turn around, and my eyes land on his body. Even fully clothed, he manages to get my primal instincts to kick in and wash away whatever grogginess has been bothering me the whole day. “I can’t.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Why not?”
“Because.” I put my hands in my pockets to stop from touching him as I round on him where he stands in the middle of the booth. I take a seat on the leather sofa by the wall. “Thethings I have planned for you? Trust me. You don’t want anyone to see.”
