Speaking of them…
“Okay, so you’ve been dangling theinformation on the club for days. What’s up with that? Are you really theowner?” Realizing how that might’ve come out, I kept going. “Not that youwouldn’t be great at it, but it’s just—”
His laughter cut me off as we got to thetop of the stairs. “I know what you meant. I’m not the type to charge intosomething like a BDSM club.”
I shrugged, probably looking a bitsheepish. “From what everyone was saying, they were having a great time andwere really impressed.”
That earned me a beaming smile. “I’m glad.It’s working out a lot better than I expected. I was sure we’d have at least afew major problems.”
I wanted to grill him right away, but thetour had to come first. “Hold that thought, but first…there are two smallerguest rooms down at the end of the hall. A large hall bathroom there.”
Shifting, I pointed toward my room. “And myroom there.”
He peeked in, grinning. “Fairly neat, butit’s big and I like how you’ve decorated it.”
I snorted. “If it was too neat, then youmight think I invited you over with wicked intentions. I wouldn’t want toinsult you.”
Wade rolled his eyes. “No one ever looks atme and thinks wicked thoughts. You’re safe from my assumptions.”
He was deluded.
I barked out a laugh. “You’re kidding,right?”
Wade cocked his head and gave me a confusedlook. “What?”
“Half the firehouse had a thing for you.Oh, they kept it to themselves because everyone respected Matthew and you alot.” I cleared my throat, probably looking guilty. “But when too much alcoholwas consumed, sometimes the conversation turned…inappropriate.”
He nearly giggled. “Really?”
I nodded. “Really. There was one specificredhead you may remember that had to be reminded several times that you werealready taken.”
His eyes were dancing with laughter, buthis expression said he didn’t believe it. “The tall, thin alpha with the redhair? Really?”
He was enjoying hearing about it more thanI’d expected. “Come on, dirty boy. Sit down in my den and I’ll tell you allabout your admirers.”
Wade blushed, looking a bit sheepish as hefollowed me. “It’s just—”
As we walked into my makeshift living room,I interrupted him when he paused. “No, I’m not saying that in a bad way. Thereis nothing wrong with enjoying the idea that people wanted you. I bet half theroom last weekend wanted you, and that’s something to be excited about.”
Wade let out an embarrassed groan andlooked up at the ceiling as he sat down in one of the oversized chairs he’dguessed right about. He took a breath and then glanced around the room. “I likethis.”
I laughed. “Thanks. It’s definitely more methan the one downstairs but clients seem to like that space.”
He relaxed, apparently assuming I was goingto let the subject drop. But since that would just make things awkward in thelong run, I charged back in. “You realize I don’t think anything negative aboutthe flogging scene last weekend, right? It was a well-done scene and you guyswere both beautiful and sexy and I had fun sitting with you afterward.”
His blush was back, but as he kicked offhis shoes and curled up in the chair, I realized the blush wasn’t exactly a badthing. He might be nervous, but he was comfortable enough with me to relax, soI was going to keep pushing. “I just never imagined seeing anyone I knew there.And for the record, you were holding me. Not sitting with me. Austin is nevergoing to let me forget that you carried me off the stage.”
I grinned. “Do you even remember coming offthe stage? You curled into me but seemed to be floating and not aware of much.”
He shook his head. “No, everything is hazyfrom some point in the scene until my head cleared when we were on the couch.”
“That’s what I thought.” Stretching my legsout, I did my best to look calm and happy.
No stress.
No worries.
Two friends talking about BDSM.
