I liked the way he thought.
Leaning back, I had a feeling I knew where his point was going. “And before you can get people to make themselves uncomfortable, they have to feel comfortable.”
“Bingo.” He jerked his head toward the door and out toward the mass of bodies. “Under brighter lights and having to actually talk about what they want, they’d never do it because they don’t feel safe enough here for that kind of stuff.”
“I want them feeling so safe we’re like a second home but one where no one has to clean up the dirty dishes.” My cheeky response had his eyes sparkling again.
“It’s going to take a hell of a background check and a lot of discretion to make people around here feel that safe.” My birdie glanced back at the door as he finally unwrapped his sandwich.
As I got to see him eat the food I’d gotten for him, I shrugged as he swallowed the first bite, sending a ridiculous amount of pleasure through me. “That’s the easy part. I know people. He just wants one of the first memberships.”
“One of the Three Musketeers out there?” He wasn’t expecting me to say no. Curiosity flashed in his eyes as I shook my head. “What do you need me for?”
Interesting.
“For myself.” As he swallowed, just the way his neck moved had me wanting to kiss down his throat. I was a complete goner…and probably an idiot. “I want you for myself, but I promise, I don’t mind an audience.”
Chapter 2
Conner
He had big brass ones…I’d give him that.
But he’d brought me food.
And Niko liked him.
Speaking of Niko…
“Is that what you’re doing here?” I was going to ignore the wholeI want youthing for the time being, even if it had pleasure flashing in his eyes. He liked that he’d put me on edge…but not like anyone else I’d ever met.
“Yes.” He shrugged. “Niko let me come look through the books and get a feel for the atmosphere to get an idea about what I want in my club. He knows we’re not going to be competition, so he’s basically bragging.”
That had me almost laughing. He knew Niko really well.
“He seems to have something to brag about.” I didn’t know the books, but I knew how much the building had cost to build.
Brass Man looked around the small employee room and gave a vague nod. “Yeah, he’s got a few problems he didn’t notice because he’s not as magical with the numbers as me, but he’s doing well for a club like this.”
And the brass ones came out to play again.
“But you’ll do better?” Cocky usually came in the asshole variety but Brass Man was different.
There was nothing but pure confidence and badassery when he gave a curt nod. “Damn right. Iknowhow good it’s going to be. I just have to fine-tune a few things and then it’s full steam ahead.”
It might’ve been bullshit, but I had a pretty good meter and I believed he’d do his best.
“What do you have to fine-tune?” Taking a bite of the sandwich he’d pushed at me—asshole—I ignored how he’d gotten me exactly what I’d wanted as I started to eat.
“The building and the site.” His immediate answer said he knew what he was doing. “I have a few locations picked out, but each has their pluses and minuses. The easiest to get would be a warehouse in a transitional part of town. Not too far from what I’m told are some good restaurants but it needs work and it’s a warehouse.”
Hmm, that just meant blank space and no pissed-off neighbors.
“Parking?” As I took a sip of the water he’d gotten me, I thought about the project. “Bigwigs around here aren’t going to take the bus to a BDSM club.”
“The warehouse one has good parking. The other one that I think is a good option is a mess and will have to be a full teardown. Parking might be an issue depending on the size of the club.” He frowned, obviously understanding that was a problem. “It’s an easier area to get a taxi in, but the only other parking is a deck down the block. They won’t like that.”
Hell, anyone who would be leaving the club late at night wouldn’t like it, staff or member.
