table if we allowed that sort of thing.”
“Isn’t there another subset of dinners that do? The Roman Orgy Club?”
Thomas laughed. “They’d probably be popular with a certain set of clients. Maybe I’ll consider it. Thanks for the idea.”
“I don’t think I’ll sign up for that one.” Jeremy grinned, feeling more relaxed. Thank God Thomas understood what he was thinking and didn’t hold it against him.
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
T HE CELEBRATIONS with Cathcart included him ordering in a nice lunch from a local sushi bar for everyone in the office. Once the food had arrived, Brice slipped away from the festivities and locked himself in his office.
Cathcart had joined the Dinner Club and asked for Remy. Brice had seen how he’d treated Kit the night before—like a piece of meat—and he dreaded how Remy would feel sitting on Cathcart’s lap with his hand on Remy’s dick the whole meal. Sure, Sky Blue had played with Remy, and despite the exhibitionist aspects of the evening, he’d treated Remy with more respect than Cathcart had shown. He hadn’t crammed his tongue down Remy’s throat or dry-humped him at the table. He’d even held Remy on his lap as he recovered, and hadn’t expected him to jump up and serve the next course.
Given the venue, such treatment was consideration. And Sky Blue hadn’t even asked for a nightcap. Instead, he had asked if any of the other gentlemen wanted to offer Remy an additional tip.
What would Cathcart do to him?
And apparently, Remy was in high demand. Maybe Brice had misjudged him after all.
Maybe.
But he wouldn’t know until he saw Remy again. He grabbed the phone and dialed the club.
“Men’s Dinner Club,” the woman answered.
“I’d like to make a reservation for dinner, with Remy please. This is Hunter Green.”
“Hello, Mr. Green. I’ll have to check Remy’s schedule and call you back with his next available date. Did you want to book a spot even if he’s not available? Would you accept another serving boy?”
The question gave Brice pause. He overheard Remy saying he was working on Sunday. Should Brice book Sunday, just in case? Could he deal with the possibility of being forced to watch Remy with someone else again? He didn’t think he could manage that.
“No, just Remy. No one else. Let me know when he’s available. I’m not interested in coming in until then.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get back to you today or tomorrow.” She hung up.
Brice put the phone in his pocket and kicked at the leg of his desk. How long would he have to wait? He could have had Remy the night before, but in his stupidity he’d avoided him, thinking that would preclude any possibility of an attachment. Now, Brice was worse off than before. Not only didn’t he have much chance of seeing Remy again, but by the time he did, Remy would have been pawed over by a bunch of men who didn’t understand there was more to him than a gorgeous body and an innocent smile.
Brice no longer thought Remy’s charming naïveté an act. He wouldn’t be able to prove it, but he felt certain Remy wasn’t at the Dinner Club because he wanted to let a bunch of strange men take liberties with him. Maybe he needed the money, and maybe he did enjoy some of the activities, but there was something special about Remy compared to the other boys.
L IZA BUZZED Thomas while they were still looking through the second set of clients.
“Yes, Liza, thank you. I’ll let him know.” Thomas put the phone down. “One more to add to the list.”
Jeremy didn’t want more choices. He wanted fewer. He hadn’t seen the one face he’d hoped to see in the second group of gentlemen. Thomas would demand he make a choice or fire him. His popularity did Thomas no good if Jeremy wouldn’t accept any of the clients willing to pay extra for him.
“I’m not sure how you’ll react. This guy isn’t interested in anyone but you. He’ll only make a reservation if he can have
“Isn’t there another subset of dinners that do? The Roman Orgy Club?”
Thomas laughed. “They’d probably be popular with a certain set of clients. Maybe I’ll consider it. Thanks for the idea.”
“I don’t think I’ll sign up for that one.” Jeremy grinned, feeling more relaxed. Thank God Thomas understood what he was thinking and didn’t hold it against him.
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
T HE CELEBRATIONS with Cathcart included him ordering in a nice lunch from a local sushi bar for everyone in the office. Once the food had arrived, Brice slipped away from the festivities and locked himself in his office.
Cathcart had joined the Dinner Club and asked for Remy. Brice had seen how he’d treated Kit the night before—like a piece of meat—and he dreaded how Remy would feel sitting on Cathcart’s lap with his hand on Remy’s dick the whole meal. Sure, Sky Blue had played with Remy, and despite the exhibitionist aspects of the evening, he’d treated Remy with more respect than Cathcart had shown. He hadn’t crammed his tongue down Remy’s throat or dry-humped him at the table. He’d even held Remy on his lap as he recovered, and hadn’t expected him to jump up and serve the next course.
Given the venue, such treatment was consideration. And Sky Blue hadn’t even asked for a nightcap. Instead, he had asked if any of the other gentlemen wanted to offer Remy an additional tip.
What would Cathcart do to him?
And apparently, Remy was in high demand. Maybe Brice had misjudged him after all.
Maybe.
But he wouldn’t know until he saw Remy again. He grabbed the phone and dialed the club.
“Men’s Dinner Club,” the woman answered.
“I’d like to make a reservation for dinner, with Remy please. This is Hunter Green.”
“Hello, Mr. Green. I’ll have to check Remy’s schedule and call you back with his next available date. Did you want to book a spot even if he’s not available? Would you accept another serving boy?”
The question gave Brice pause. He overheard Remy saying he was working on Sunday. Should Brice book Sunday, just in case? Could he deal with the possibility of being forced to watch Remy with someone else again? He didn’t think he could manage that.
“No, just Remy. No one else. Let me know when he’s available. I’m not interested in coming in until then.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get back to you today or tomorrow.” She hung up.
Brice put the phone in his pocket and kicked at the leg of his desk. How long would he have to wait? He could have had Remy the night before, but in his stupidity he’d avoided him, thinking that would preclude any possibility of an attachment. Now, Brice was worse off than before. Not only didn’t he have much chance of seeing Remy again, but by the time he did, Remy would have been pawed over by a bunch of men who didn’t understand there was more to him than a gorgeous body and an innocent smile.
Brice no longer thought Remy’s charming naïveté an act. He wouldn’t be able to prove it, but he felt certain Remy wasn’t at the Dinner Club because he wanted to let a bunch of strange men take liberties with him. Maybe he needed the money, and maybe he did enjoy some of the activities, but there was something special about Remy compared to the other boys.
L IZA BUZZED Thomas while they were still looking through the second set of clients.
“Yes, Liza, thank you. I’ll let him know.” Thomas put the phone down. “One more to add to the list.”
Jeremy didn’t want more choices. He wanted fewer. He hadn’t seen the one face he’d hoped to see in the second group of gentlemen. Thomas would demand he make a choice or fire him. His popularity did Thomas no good if Jeremy wouldn’t accept any of the clients willing to pay extra for him.
“I’m not sure how you’ll react. This guy isn’t interested in anyone but you. He’ll only make a reservation if he can have
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