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He was staring at me, intent and heated. Houston was leaning against the bar, one hand wrapped around a half-empty glass, his body language casual, but something about the look on his face said he was anything but relaxed.

Hannah’s voice dropped low. “He’s watching you like you’re some kind of dessert he wants to dive into.”

Eli laughed. “You’re such a girl. Reece isn’t a brownie. Houston’s watching him like he wants to devour him. No chocolate necessary.”

“Chocolate is always necessary. And you just proved that despite those panties, you are one hundred percent male.” She looked so quiet, I’d expected her to put up with Eli’s shit, but she’d proven she could give as good as she got when she wanted to. I just ignored them since they didn’t really mean anything by the insults.

“What do you think is going on?” Something had to have changed. He hadn’t been watching me like that when I’d left the house. Sure, he’d made it clear he thought I’d looked good, but nothing like the way he was—Eli was right—devouring me.

“He’s finally decided to jump you, and now he’s just waiting for the right moment?” Hannah’s wishful thinking just made me sigh.

“Probably not.” I tried not to sound pathetic.

But he was still watching us, even while the man next to him kept talking a thousand miles an hour. What could—

“Hi, I…um…have to…” The little server’s stammering words pulled me away from Houston.

He started to clear off the table, but something was making him nervous. He was blushing bright red; the outline of a cock cage was clearly displayed through the skin-tight jeans. He fit right in with our group, although judging by his nervousness, he didn’t seem to realize it.

I smiled, trying to put him at ease. “Hi, thanks.”

Eli, feeling no need to hold his tongue, or maybe he just wanted to make the guy more comfortable, just leaned forward. “Rand, right?” Eli charged on while the server just stared. “Your master’s looking for a show. You know, if you had a pair of these, you could really make him crazy.”

Leaning back, Eli showed off his pants, strategic holes and all, to the stunned server. “I…um…”

Eli either didn’t notice the guy’s shock or just decided to keep going, because he nodded like it was nothing. “I had a master once who liked cages, too. I loved it, but it made the job so hard. You just cannot wear that under panties without it showing too clearly.”

“Oh, I…um…heard you modeled…lingerie for a living?” The twink was starting to find his voice once he realized we weren’t shocked. It would take more than cock cages and some exhibitionism to shock our group.

Even if I did looktragically normalas Eli put it.

Eli nodded. “I have a blog and a few other things, but the lingerie is sexy and fun. And how many people can say they can deduct panties on their taxes? My accountant last year almost swallowed his tongue with some of my receipts.”

The server giggled and glanced back at his master. “Um, I’m not sure?”

“Hookers? The other models. Half those reality TV people?” Hannah started counting off her ideas on her fingers while Eli rolled his eyes and Rand laughed.

I shook my head and leaned back in the booth. “I’m not sure hookers pay taxes.”

Rand giggled. “Becausethat’sthe part of the conversation that stands out.”

He was going to fit right in. I just shrugged. “The rest was perfectly normal for these two.”

“Just them?” He gave me a cute little grin.

“I can honestly say I was much more boring before I started working with Eli.” And that was no lie.

Rand nodded, clearly becoming more comfortable with us. “Do you model?”

“No.” Shaking my head, I laughed. “I can’t imagine standing in front of the camera like that. I do the computers and website stuff.”

“He’s the genius who keeps the site from crashing every time I upload a new blog post.” Eli smirked and leaned in like he was letting Rand in on a secret. “They love to see my panties.”

Rand laughed, and a blush crept up his face. “I know. Andrew was showing me some of your pictures. They’re…fascinating.” He glanced over at the bar, looking toward the guy next to Houston. “He got so excited when you guys came in that he pulled out his phone to show us. I hope that’s okay?”

Eli beamed and stretched out in the booth like a pin-up star. “I love an audience.” Then he winked at Rand. “Like you.”

More at ease with us than when he’d first walked over, Rand smiled and nodded, not seeming as nervous. “So before Jake—”