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I quirked up an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware I had a type.”
“Dark hair and eyes, smooth, hairless chest and a six-pack? Ring any bells?”
“More like an eight-pack with that one. Which means he must work out constantly, and he probably shaves his chest, because he has a trail of dark hair leading downward to more interesting places.
“Don’t change the subject. Are you interested?”
“In fucking him? Of course. Like I said, me and half the other men here tonight. But he looks like one of those straight boys who bats his eyelashes and flirts his way through a party like this for tips. Then goes home to his little girlfriend.”
David laughed. “Actually, he’s gay. I already asked Billy about him. He’s twenty-one, unattached and, according to Billy, a really nice guy. However, also according to Billy, he’s not at all into kink or pain of any kind.”
I smiled, looked him over again and winked at my friend. “That could mean he just hasn’t met the right Dom yet.”
David smiled. “Look, when things start to wind down tonight, I’ve asked a few of the guys to stay behind for a private game. High stakes poker. Are you in? Billy and Cruz will be staying to serve us drinks and snacks. Maybe you can get a chance to talk to him.”
I cast another glance at the boy behind the bar. He was being kept busy by a crowd of men standing around ordering drinks with silly names and flirting outrageously with him. He looked hot, stressed and altogether delicious.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
****
Cruz
I was exhausted and I’d just learned the evening wasn’t over yet. It was a little past eleven o’clock and though the party/meeting was breaking up, and most of the guests had left to go home, there were still four guys in the dining room, along with David, setting up for a poker game. One of them was the handsome man I’d been noticing all evening whenever I’d had the chance.
He was devastatingly good-looking, and maybe in his early thirties or so. Taller than me, and even more muscular and well built. There was something about him that made me nervous and unsettled whenever I looked at him. I had caught the man’s intense gaze on me several times during the evening. Each time he’d noticed me looking, though, he’d slid his eyes away, looking bored. His eyes were gorgeous—those pale, icy blue eyes seen sometimes in wolves and other predators.
David had finally let Billy come out of the bedroom to join the party, looking contrite and downcast. I suspected he’d received a spanking, which made me feel funny inside. I grinned, though, knowing that with Billy it was probably mostly an act. I was pretty sure David wasn’t fooled either. Billy came over to me, walking stiffly. I wondered again if David had spanked him in the bedroom the way it had sounded at one point.
“Hi, Cruz. David wants us to serve them while they play cards. Are you okay with that?”
I shrugged. “Sure. I can serve the drinks and you can pass around the tray of hors d’oeuvres, if you like.”
“Okay.” Billy leaned close to whisper in my ear. “These guys are all very serious about their poker games. Just try to stay quiet and out of their way.”
“No problem there. I don’t know a damn thing about poker,” I said quietly and could barely suppress another grin. I hoped Billy could take his own advice—he loved to be the center of attention. At Gio’s he’d gotten me to teach him some flair techniques to use at the bar. Flair bartending included some juggling, some flipping bottles and even occasionally manipulating flaming liquors, and I loved it the minute I’d ever noticed other bartenders practicing it.
Billy loved the attention he got from the patrons once he’d learned to do it. I had to admit, I liked that too, because the extra tips were well worth it. The managers loved it, too, until they figured out customers were so fascinated by our flairing that they forgot to keep ordering drinks. Now we were only allowed to flair when we were having a slow night.
The five men were at the table and one of them began to deal the cards. I glanced at the gray-eyed man I’d been noticing all evening and Billy caught the look. “I saw that,” Billy said, sidling up to whisper in my ear. “You’re looking at Michael Bradley, aren’t you? Not that I blame you—he’s the hottest thing at this party tonight—except for my Master, of course. But he’s not for you. Don’t get involved with him.”
“Is he…”
“A Dom? All the best-looking ones are, honey. Well, in my opinion, anyway. But he’s also a sadist. Not right for you at all.”
“Oh really?” I whispered back. “You enjoyed your spanking, didn’t you?”
Billy smiled roguishly back at me and winked. “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, baby. But a little spanking is nothing compared to what kind of punishment a sadist can dish out.”
“Billy, if you can’t keep your voice down a little, you’re going to find out a lot more about punishment,” David barked, throwing down his cards in disgust.
“Sorry,” Billy said petulantly, a little flush sitting on his cheeks.
“Don’t take out your bad luck on your boy, David,” Michael Bradley said with a smile as he raked in a small pile of chips. “Better watch out, Billy. At the rate your Master’s losing, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
To my horror, I heard a loud snort emanating from my own throat. I quickly tried to cover, pretending it was only a cough, but Michael turned his attention on me.
Smiling curiously at me, he raised an eyebrow. “Are you amused at the idea of spankings, Cruz?” he asked in his silky-smooth voice that sounded like molten sex. “Have you ever had one?”
