“Too many damn Doms in one place.”
Shaking his head, Garrett tried to clear his mind. He still had a few more things to wrap up before he could quit for the day. Hopefully, Wyatt would call him back shortly with the information and maybe even finish the policy so he could get it sent off today.
“Back to work! No more mooning over the client. You have a lot to do before the meeting at six. Get your ass in gear.” Garrett didn’t think the reminder would help.
“Talking to yourself is a sign of senility!” Calen yelled from the back of the building. Yup, he was in the kitchen.
“Go back to work!”
It was going to be a long afternoon.
****
“You’re sure this is the information he gave you?” Garrett looked at it then had to read it again.
“Are youkidding? I just forwarded you the email!” It sounded like Calen was well into his “It’s five o’clock somewhere” Friday afternoon ritual. Well, it was after five here so Garrett thought he probably shouldn’t complain. At least Calen was getting a little work done. Maybe.
“This doesn’t make sense.” Garrett thought he was talking to himself so he jumped when Calen huffed.
“What doesn’t? I should have read the damned email. So much for respecting your privacy.” Calen had this look like he wasn’t going to be the last to know next time. Nosy Dom.
“You’re right, you should have looked. You wouldn’t have believed it either.” Even on his third time reading through the email, he still couldn’t believe it.
“What did it say!” Calen demanded impatiently.
“He’s asking for the paperwork to be sent to B & C Corporate Holdings in Washington, D.C.” Garrett watched Calen to see if he could make the connection.
“B & C, why does that sound familiar?” Calen flopped down in one of the chairs then propped his feet up in the other. Garrett mentally shrugged, at least it wasn’t his desk this time.
“Because you’ve seen it on a sign several times a month for the past couple of years. Maybe longer.” Garrett watched as the lightbulb started to go off over Calen’s head. He could see the slightly tipsy office manager almost had it.
“Man, no!”
“Yup.”
“He’s doing custome furniture for Bound & Controlled?”
“That’s what it looks like.”
“What kind of custom…Ohhh.” Then Garrett could tell that Calen had finally caught up with the rest of the class. “Ha, and you were worried he’d be shocked.”
“Hell, now I’m the one who’s shocked.” That sexy little thing…and Bound?
Bound & Controlled, or B & C, was a BDSM club in D.C. that primarily catered to the LGBTQ crowd. If Wyatt was designing anything for that club, it was going to be interesting. Garrett had been going there since it opened about five years ago. The only thing he could picture in the club that might fit Wyatt’s vague description was the BDSM furniture the club was famous for.
“Oh, man, he makes the spanking benches and stuff! Those are damn steady. Last time I was up there, I had this sub—”
“Calen! Not the time.”
“Oh, right.” Calen tried to get serious but he couldn’t do it. “You were so worried he’d like sue or something if you flirted with him. That’s why he was so nuts this afternoon.”
That brought to mind other questions.
“I shouldn’t know what this means. No vanilla guy, even a gay one, would know B & C Corporate Holdings was the business name for a gay BDSM club. I probably wouldn’t even know except we’ve got some of the owners’ personal insurance here. Why would he even assume I’d know what this meant?”
Calen looked at him questioningly, clearly not following the logic. It had Garrett a little concerned. “How many beers have you had?”
He snorted. “Not enough. I’m keeping up. It seems crazy. Like one of Melissa’s romance novels or maybe a spy thriller if we’re lucky.” Calen looked like he found that idea entirely too appealing.