“He’s not a spy.”
“You don’t knowwhathe is.”
Evidently. “Well, I know he’s not a spy. How could he know this would ring any bells for me at all?”
“Have you thought about calling?” Calen said in this deadpan voice like it was obvious. The delivery was ruined by his shit-eating grin.
“Call who?” He couldn’t call Wyatt until he knew what to say.
“Ben and Conner. Duh!”
“What are you, twelve?” It should have been obvious. At this point, calling the owners of the club might be the only way to get more answers. Hadn’t Wyatt said something about the company telling him to call his insurance agent? Maybe there had been more to that conversation than Wyatt had confessed because the boy…client seemed to have a hard time telling Garrett everything.
CHAPTER 2
Wyatt
“I’m an idiot! Like completely–out–of–my–mind–moron kind of idiot!” Wyatt dashed into the shop nearly crashing into a customer who was leaving. “Sorry, Mrs. Jenkins.”
The sweet older lady gave him an understanding smile. “That’s all right. Whatever you did this time will work out. It always does.” Then she gave his arm a pat. “Remember the case of doorknobs? That worked out, didn’t it? All right, dearies, I’m late for tea.”
Watching the classy lady with her little Jackie O. hat and gloves, nobody would have ever thought tea meant liquor and cards with her group of naughty little old ladies. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
Mrs. Jenkins was the classic Southern lady. Wyatt was starting to realize that didn’t mean what he thought it did. She was polite, proper, and always looked so put together, but looks were deceiving. It wasn’t until she’d been coming into the shop for months that her daughter had stopped in to pick something up and spilled the beans.
Once she was out of the store, he took a quick look around to see if they were alone. When he was sure there were no customers, he threw himself down in a small upholstered chair that was some kind of antique reproduction, sighing dramatically.
When all he got from Carter was a snort, he looked over and frowned. “That’s not enough sympathy for this situation.”
“Honey, I grew up down south. That was not nearly dramatic enough if you want my sympathy.” Carter cocked his hip and pretended to flutter his lashes. “Now, would you care to explain, or do I have to show you what a real drama queen does for attention?”
“You’re not a queen. You’re sweet and loving and understanding and perfect and you’re going to regret not giving me a better response.” Wyatt closed his eyes and tried to calm down.
“You were just supposed to…Oh…What did you do this time? You actually had to talk to Sexy Agent Man, didn’t you?”
“Yes!” It came out more of a wail than a real word. “And stop calling him that.”
“You didn’t actually kneel, did you?” Carter asked in a hushed tone filled with worry and probably suppressed laughter.
“No, but it was close. He’s just so sexy and hot and powerful and did I mention sexy? He’s the perfect Dom and I’m an idiot who can’t function around him!”
Carter giggled. “Well, at least you stayed in your seat.”
“Yes, but I still ended up looking like an idiot.”
“What did you do?”
“When he asked about the address and company information I panicked and said I didn’t have it with me. I could hardly get a sentence out. I was so nervous. Now it looks like I don’t know what I’m doing. I was so afraid he was going to know once I said it out loud…and he was wearing that red tie again! I’ve got to stop going in there on Fridays!”
“I think the better vow would be to stop going in there so often.” Carter moved around from behind the antique desk to sit beside Wyatt in another of the weird little chairs. Wyatt thought he really should learn the name of them if he was going to sell them.
“That would be a lie and we both know it. I’m hopeless.” He couldn’t help it. Garrett, Wyatt didn’t even let himself think of the sexy Dom as anything other than that just in case he actually said it out loud, was perfect. Going into the office to get his fix of the hot Dom was the highlight of his month. Okay, sometimes his week, but still, a guy had to have some eye candy in his life.
“I thought you said the guys who own the club weren’t going to mention they knew you? Something about respecting your privacy. Ring any bells?” Carter had dated on the edge of the BDSM community but had never been up to the club in D.C. He admitted to being a sub but always said he was more than most Doms could handle.
Wyatt thought it was more likely that he didn’t want to have to explain his quirks to a Dom.
“Yes, they won’t tell, but I looked like such a spaz he’s got to think something’s wrong with me.” The guys had said that more than likely Garrett wouldn't even connect the corporate name to the club but Wyatt wasn’t so sure. They’d known Garrett well enough to recommend him as a new insurance agent to Wyatt when he’d told them he was moving down to Richmond. Something about the whole thing seemed fishy.
