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“With benefits?”
He sighs and motions to the couch. “He hasn’t told you about me?”
“Not really…I think I’ve been a little afraid to know the truth.”
“You think I’m your competition?”
“Maybe,” I concede with a chuckle. Until our breakfast a few weeks ago. Until tonight. Until just a few moments ago, I had tamped down any idea of a romantic or sexual relationship with Nandy. What we have now, the friendship is far too important to me to screw it up with sex. I’ve never had sex with anyone I care about.
I’ve never cared about anyone as much as I care about Nandy. Fynn purses his lips and grins. “And you think you can’t compete with all this?” He turns his head and strikes a pose in all his eccentric, beautiful glory.
“You’re stunning.”
He falls out of the pose and gawks at me. Not the answer he expected from me. But he is. Fynn is the type of person who captures your attention. He dresses to capture it. He is bright and flashy himself, not just the clothes and makeup and jewelry. He’s hard to look away from once he has you. He isn’t classically beautiful. He isn’t handsome or good looking in the way that I am and he isn’t breathtaking in the same way that Nandy is. But he is stunning in some undefinable way. He is also unmistakably gay, but despite all the makeup and adornments, not at all feminine. I can’t put my finger on it, but whatever it is, he is beautiful and I like him. Like being around him.
I also suspect his outgoing personality and brash, filthy mouth is hiding something else. Some pain. All three of us do that. I used sex and bravado and false confidence, still do. Nandy hides behind his music.
That beautiful violin providing an excellent barrier for him. Fynn, the makeup and, like me, an outward confidence disguising the insecurities below.
“Wow,” he breathes. “Thank you.”
He plops down on the couch. “Sit.”
I sit at the opposite end of the couch, and we turn to face each other. It strikes me we are here, hours before we leave for the show. Fynn is in torn jeans that hug his firm body closely and a loose t-shirt with what looks like a prep school insignia on it. But his face is covered in full makeup. Those green eyes perfectly lined and so hard to look away from. Clear gloss makes his luscious lips look even more pillowy. He hasn’t shaved. Or rather, he has, but he has a perfectly trimmed, very short mustache and goatee. How is that so damn appealing with all the makeup? What does he look like without it? Why does he hide behind it?
“Are you ever without the makeup?”
He offers a small shake of the head, but no actual answer. He turns toward the windows overlooking the lake and for a split second, I think I see the bump of a scar along his cheek trailing down to his jaw.
“Nandy and I were in prep school together.”
I nod. That much I already know. “You aren’t the one who dared him to join the orchestra?”
He laughs. “No, I am the other violin player he met once he joined.”
I smile. How did I not put that together, that it was him? “You don’t play anymore?”
“Hell no. That was a parental requirement, and I was awful. Just ask Nandy.”
“This strip club you own—”
“Not strip club, sex club.”
I eye him, because I’m not sure I understand. I shake my head.
He chuckles, but not condescendingly. Sex club? I have heard of them. I guess, but… “Do you mean a brothel or an escort service?”
“It’s a club. A very exclusive and stupidly expensive private club. People pay a membership fee and that gives them use of the services offered. Kind of like a gym.” He laughs.
I smile. “And the services are sex?”
“If that’s what the member desires, yes. Sometimes it’s just watching. Sometimes it’s just being teased, fondled, toyed with to get things started between a couple. Sometimes it’s the chance to be with multiple partners or have an additional partner join a couple inside the safe confines of the club. Sometimes it’s kink. Sometimes it’s Dom/sub play…again in a safe space.”
My mouth is agape, and it causes Fynn to pause.
“I’m a little surprised this shocks you.”
“I just…. I guess I didn’t know places like that were real outside of like Vegas or something. It’s legal?”
