The last
Brief Knight!
PAID TO PLAY (Brief Knights 3)
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Young
escort, an older man who’s been burned, neither sees their contract through to
the end.
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Scott Ketchum: “I’ve
slept with a few clients. I might sleep with him if I like him, but he won’t
keep me enthralled for long. None ever do.”
Reed Chandler: “For
the right price, my escort will put out. It’s my money and I get what I pay
for.”
A piece:
Taking a call from Banyon who prattled on and
on before speaking about dinner planned for a group Sunday coming, Scott asked,
spur of the moment, if he’d be available to go with him to the Beverly Chateau
to meet a new client. Ban jumped at the opportunity. Since meeting and hooking
up with Stanton, he seldom did that anymore. Odd, as was the call because Hunt
usually relayed Ban’s Sunday dinner particulars to Scott.
Ban was already at the bar and damn if Hunt
didn’t flank him. What the heck was going on? “Didn’t expect you to say yes.”
He squinted at Ban. “And Hunter. Wow. I feel freaky safe.”
“I’d have hoped you’d dress more demurely.”
“Demure? This is reserved enough for a meet and discuss, Banyon.” Scott had
chosen a pair of tight cherry red leather pants paired with a red, blue, and
yellow paisley printed shirt. Sans socks, his shoes were silver studded black
and white loafers with red suede tops and faux laces. He grinned “I am wearing
new lingerie underneath. It’s cornflower blue. Want to see?”
“Sweet peter. I don’t want to see your
titties or your cock.”
“Betcha he’s wearing that peter bar. He has
to or it’ll close up.” Hunter snickered. “Hurts like hell to push it in after
too long.”
“What is a peter bar?” Ban faced Hunt. “And
how would you know it hurts; when was your last piercing?”
“It’s called a prince albert and there are
many different types of genital piercings.” Scott sighed. “Do you want to see
it?”
“I’m not drilling holes in my body.” Hunt
grinned. “But, yeah, can I see?”
“Haven’t we showered together?”
“Oh shut up!” Ban spun toward Scott. “This is
serious.”
Now Scott was concerned. “Ban, what’s going
on?”
“Your client is Reed Chandler.”
“And he is…?”
“He’s from Philly.” Hunter grunted, “New
owner of Brief Knights.”
“Fuck’s sake. I’m being set up.”
“Doubtful, but you made an impression handling
a knife on Wilshire in broad daylight.”
“I wasn’t letting some trash take diamonds
from my nipples.”
“What in Lord’s name where you doing outside
without a shirt in the first place? Told you I’d send someone over.”
“This happened before I called you, Ban, and
damn, it was hotter than hell.”
“Umm, Scott…”
“I can’t afford to lose this job. Just got a
new car, and you should see my sleigh bed.”
“Scott...” Hunter cleared his throat.
“Shit, shit. I’ll have to move to Reseda or
City of Industry. Yuck. This is not going to fucking happen.”
“Scott!”
“Think he’s going to fire me, bastard needs to rethink that.” What
did Ban find so interesting over his shoulder? “Christ, that bitch is going to
fire me, isn’t he?”
Hunter, cheeks redder than hellfire, looked
ready to explode. “Uhh, I…umm…”
“Bitch is willing to listen to your side of
things.”
Scott wheeled and looked up, way up. The lumberjack! “Jesusfuckingchrist.”
He’s freaking huge and, Lord, he’s hot! “Uhh, how are you?”
“Bitch is good. I prefer you call me Reed.
Mr. Chandler would work.” Arms folded across a barrel chest. “You got a mouth
on you.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean anything. It’s not
personal.”
“Good because that might hurt my feelings.” Reed
peered at Ban and Hunter. “You two can leave. I’m not going to kill someone I
hear is my best money maker.”
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele
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