“Wait a second,” I said, remembering the Blue Jays cap Daphne had given me for my birthday as a joke. I dug it out of a bin in the hall and placed it onto Matteo’s head. “Now, you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The baseball cap gave Matteo an even more boyish appearance and added a sense of cheeky fun. Matteo seemed to get a kick out of it, being on the verge of turning forty.
“I need a lollipop or something.”
I laughed. “Oh, I’ll give you a lollipop, don’t worry. But we need to get to the club first. And we’re still waiting for—”
“Me.” Vincent’s voice came from above us.
We looked up, and Matteo took a sharp inhale of breath, then breathed out, “Che bello, Vincent.Bellissimo!”
All I could do was smile.
Vincent wore a pair of gold pants that fit like skinny jeans but glittered and outlined every curve and line of his sleekly muscled thighs and calves. The pants had detailing to suggest knee pads, and zippers at the ankle, to give them a motorcycle look. He’d paired them with his purple Docs, which he’d polished to a high gleam, and a snug black shirt with three-quarter length sleeves, that skimmed the waistband of the jeans, giving glimpses of pale skin whenever he moved or reached to touch his hair. Around his neck he wore a pretty velvet choker with a single, sizeable pearl hanging from the center.
He looked beautiful and fuckable and ethereal.
He’d enhanced his eyes with a deep plum liner that brought out the blue in his irises. His hair, growing out from its short, spiked cut, looked like a pixie shag now, and he’d defined the jagged edges with glittered gel.
“Oh baby.Slay,” I breathed out.
Vincent posed.
Matteo swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and stepped forward, holding out his hand to the vision descending the stairs. Vincent rested his hand in Matteo’s and Matteo wrapped his fingers around Vincent’s, leading him down the steps.
“You’re a vision,” Matteo whispered, leaning toward Vincent.
Vincent wrapped a hand around Matteo’s neck, pulling him in for an open-mouthed kiss.
I crossed my arms and watched them together. After a moment, they pulled apart and gazed at me with serene satisfaction.
“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m enjoying the show.”
Matteo stroked Vincent’s hair, and I could tell he’d be happy to stay here and play for the rest of the evening, but we had a party to get to.
“Shouldn’t we be going?” Vincent said, his cheeks rosy with excitement.
“Indeed.” I grinned, putting my hands in my pockets. “I can’t wait to show you both off. I shall be the envy of everyone. So…rules for the evening.”
They gave me their rapt attention, and, for about the thousandth time, I wondered how I’d gotten so lucky.
“I’m not going to let you out of my sight. We will decide as a group and individually if we want to play. I’m not letting anyone touch either of you in an intimate way, unless you give express permission beforehand. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Perfect. Then let’s go.”
Chapter Seven
We arrived about thirty minutes after the official start time, even though I had planned on being punctual. I hated being late, even when it was fashionable. But tonight, nothing would ruin my mood. I had a stunning man on each arm and felt like I ruled the world.
I took Vincent’s gloved hand and brought him forward. He wore his calf-length, black wool coat over his gold skinny jeans and black T, with a fuzzy, hot pink scarf wrapped around his neck and an ivory knitted hat with a huge purple pom-pom that I tweaked every once in a while, to his amusement.
I had on my best leather coat that hit mid-thigh and made me look taller somehow, with a gray plaid scarf and no hat, and Matteo wore his navy pea coat, which looked perfect over his schoolboy uniform. The Blue Jays hat added that little bit of extra to his outfit and also kept the heat in, although it wasn’t designed for winter. I don’t think Matteo had ever worn a baseball cap in his life, which made it an extra-amusing accessory.
We descended two sets of stone stairs, into a spacious vestibule that amplified the gentle strains of a string ensemble and the hum of conversation from the main part of the basement.
