Red Panties and a Nightgown!

PLAYED FOR PAY (Brief Knights 1)

Coming January 18th

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“I’m paid to escort. Nothing more. Anything extra is my choice and if it does happen—he will pay for it.”

Banyon Jameson loves his lifestyle. He likes money, makes lots of it as an escort, and he enjoys time with a variety of men in beautiful places. Ban, twenty-six, prides himself on being manipulative with an ability to talk his way out of most situations, especially those involving sex.

“I’m willing to pay my escort for ‘extra’ services, but it’d be a big mistake to fall for this pretty bastard wearing red silk panties.”

Stanton Kavanaugh, late forties, extremely wealthy, and told he’s handsome. Those very close know he’s gay, Stanton just doesn’t advertise it to the world. None have knowledge of his predilection for young, beautiful men. Single, eligible, he pays for companionship to ease loneliness engulfing his life and it works until Banyon Jameson answers his phone call to Brief Knights.

A young escort, an older man, and a pair of red silk underwear!

Can be read as a standalone, has an HEA, and no cliffhanger

MM/May-December Romance

EXCERPT:

        A face that more than matched the voice. “He is one hot, big son of a bitch,” Hunter uttered as Ban checked out Stanton Kavanaugh. “If you decide no, or he’s unhappy with you, I’ll gladly step in.”

“Trust me, he’ll be happy. “Ban sipped brandy slowly taking in the client. Styled, almost black hair with gray touching temples was longer and slightly curling at the neck. He hoped for blue eyes which would grow appreciatively darker when…

“Ban?”

Big but not out of shape large. He faced Hunt. “Huh?” Taller, heavier than Hunter, he didn’t appear to carry loads of muscle which suited Ban fine. “Wish he’d stand and stretch or something.”

“Go meet him already. He’ll rise when you shake hands. I gotta go.”

“Let me watch, see if he has any idiosyncrasies.”

“I’m fine standing here drooling. Don’t know the last time I met a man larger than me.”

“Shut up. You like them scrawny. You just need one to take control.”

“Fuck you.” Hunt chuckled. “You’re right though. Those types all think I want something entirely different because I’m big and muscly.”

Soft lighting above the booth’s table showed Stanton Kavanaugh’s suit jacket fit flawlessly. A few shades lighter than navy complimented a sun-kissed tan. Long legs stretched out and a single strap monk shoe peeked from beneath the table. Hard to tell color. God, let them be brown. Blue would be too matchy-matchy, black spelled overdressed when paired with royal blues unless the occasion was formal.

One finger repeatedly tapped a glass in front of him. A nervous twitch.

Making his way back to the man’s face, Ban sighed and didn’t care it audibly slipped out. “That face plastered on a billboard and a large portion of gay men will flock to it as if he’s the messiah.”

“Twinks.”

“I dislike that word.”

“I know. Hoped to make your skinny ass mad enough to get over there. Don’t have all night waiting for you to be comfortable.”

“I’m good, you can scoot.”

Hunt eyed Ban. “You sure?”

“If he kills me, I won’t care if he lets me kiss those breathtaking lips first.”

“Ban, ring me in the morning?”

Something they always did for each other. “Promise.” Escorts led a perilous existence. Never knew what psycho might get hands on a credit card and order up a hunk to slaughter. Ban preferred his body parts stay where they were. “I’ll be packing for the weekend when I get in.”

“That sure, huh?”

“I am.” Ban’s interest in this client had blossomed as he studied him. Looking confident and composed, the finger tap sent a contrasting message.

“Alright, man, see you then.”

Two rows of tables separated the bar from window booths. Banyon threaded through and stopped a foot from the table. “Stanton Kavanaugh?”

“You and your friend decided I look sane and harmless?”

“I’m Banyon.” No last names. If a client got hooked on an escort, it’d be difficult to locate them without it, though, not impossible. He tilted his head. “Sane? Probably. Harmless? I seriously doubt it.”

“I see. Have a seat.”

He didn’t get up. Darn!

♂♂♂♂

Beautiful! Stanton had observed both young men wondering which would walk his way. He’d prayed for the shorter brunette. Slender, fit, not muscular, and pretty didn’t quite do justice as a description. His outfit screamed fashionable. Midnight blue trousers, a white V-neck covered by a sedate gray jacket with sleeves effectively pushed up showing just a bit of shirt cuff. Navy wingtip with gray suede. Damn, I hoped for more flashiness. Stanton didn’t fear effeminate men, felt no way less of a man because of his attraction to them.

Still, this fucker is sharper than hell. And I love it! Stanton took pride in his attire and appreciated men who dressed well.

Sooty lashes any woman would covet, blinked over brown eyes the color of barrel aged whiskey.

Magic will happen anywhere he puts those lips.

“I play black jack, maybe catch a show. Generally, I’m not going to do a damn thing. This trip is for me to relax unwind. Are you interested?”

“At your service.”

“I haggle over contracts for a living and prefer it not be such a drawn-out process in my private life.”

“I get that.”

“Might the likelihood exist for a bonus?”

“That possibility always exists.” Piercing eyes glinted with steel. “If I choose to.”

Realizing his fingertip rapped against a glass, Stanton curled and flattened his fist on the table. “I’d send a limo under normal circumstances but I’ll see you at LAX. Nine sharp.” He pulled out his wallet, extracted a card that contained his name and number only. Stanton pushed it across the table. “Contact me when you arrive. Doesn’t matter which gate.”

“Tonight?”

“Call me Kav.” Not using his first name kept things on a business level. He stood and stepped to where Banyon sat. “I won’t bet on who is harmless in this equation.” His next move was counterproductive to maintaining the sort of relationship he sought. Caressing his escort’s face, running a thumb along pouty lips, Stanton disclosed, “You’re fucking beautiful and I don’t doubt you could hurt a man badly.”

If he chooses to. Banyon didn’t need an old… Goddamn it.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele