Page 2 of Bling

Garrett lifted an eyebrow. This should be interesting. “What did you have in mind?”

“It’s about to be inauguration season for a few governors, and of course, there’s the president,” Hunter said.

Garrett waited, but they didn’t continue. “Spit it out, you two. What kind of favors am I cashing in for you?”

Elijah pulled a tablet from his messenger bag and began tapping the screen. He flipped it around for Garrett to see. “We want to get in touch with whoever is dressing the high-profile guests and of course, the politicians themselves, and outfit them with our diamonds. We’ve been looking at the agendas for several of them, and we really think they would buy into it.”

Garrett looked from Hunter to Elijah. He didn’t realize Hunter had gotten stop into the man-made diamond game with Eli and Patrick. Garrett had teamed up with them to use their synthetic diamonds for some aspects of his manufacturing company, but that was much simpler than the jewelry world.

“So, you want me to put you in touch with fashion teams? Why me?”

Hunter chuckled. “Because the people we have in mind are all people you’ve advised.”

Garrett gave a low hum as he stared at the intricate jewelry pieces on Elijah’s screen. One striking piece in yellow stood out to him and his gaze lingered on it.Isabelle would look stunning with that around her neck. He shook the thought away; she was his submissive at the club only. They hadn’t even slept together yet, though he hoped to change that this weekend. She was not ready for his collar.

“Anyway, my baby girl suggested we talk to you since you have more connections in that world than any of the rest of us.”

Elijah’s baby girl was his wife and the vice president of the Barrett Corporation, but she also wore Elijah’s collar. Dynamics in a relationship like theirs were complicated, and Garrett couldn’t imagine blending the two worlds the way Elijah had. He’d taken a submissive or two to dinner, but generally kept his kinky proclivities behind the private doors of Club Solitaire.

Thoughts of the dark-haired sub he was currently training there had a smile playing at his lips. She’d been assigned to him as part of the house submissive program, but recently, they’d grown closer to each other and the relationship was growing sexual. In fact, she’d agreed to share his suite with him at the club this weekend. He was even breaking his own rules and taking her to an upcoming fundraiser where it was better if he had a date. He’d made it clear that they had to leave their Dom/sub dynamic at Solitaire, though.

“Earth to Garrett,” Hunter said.

“I think he was daydreaming about a certain submissive we all know,” Elijah teased.

Garrett shook his head. “Sorry. Yes, those pieces are exquisite. I’ll make a few phone calls this week and put you in touch with whoever I can. Jasmine Darlington comes to mind.”

Hunter laughed. “Notice he didn’t deny who he was thinking about.”

Garrett just glared, though he didn’t really mind the ribbing.

“There’s no board meeting this weekend. Will Samuel or Matthew be at the club?” he asked after a moment passed with the men just sipping their scotch.

Hunter shrugged. “I know Matthew will be, but it’s hard to say with Samuel. He might be out of the country again.”

Garrett nodded. Samuel was a mysterious man who traveled often. If Garrett had to guess, he was an operative of some kind, but he never pressed him for answers.

The men spent the next half hour talking about business, the club, and the women in their lives. Elijah was a newlywed, and Hunter was the exact opposite, a player of epic proportion who often had multiple women on his arm at parties and red-carpet events. He was a god in the entertainment and gambling world, though, so it seemed to fit him well. Garrett was quieter about the women he kept company with and right now, there was only one.

His phone buzzed, and he tucked his hand inside his jacket to retrieve it.

I’m planning to take off early on Friday. I hope I can see you before the party.

He smiled as he typed out a response.

I hope so too, Doll. And I hope by the time Friday gets here you remember how to address a Dom.

His plan was to get to Colorado early and take her to dinner so he could get a feel for how comfortable she really was with taking their dynamic sexual. They had been Dom and sub for three months. That was longer than a lot of house subs spent in the program. Isabelle loved the service aspect of it, and he was slowly learning the things that made her tick. Unfortunately, she still refused to sleep with him.

At first, he thought it was that she didn’t find him attractive, but it turned out she didn’t like rushing into things, something he could respect. His phone buzzed again.

Yes, Sir. I promise. I wasn’t sure how you felt about me calling you Sir outside of Solitaire.

His cock hardened as he thought of soon bedding the beautiful Isabelle. He needed to get himself together, though, because he had meetings soon.

Over text is fine, Doll. I have to go. I’ll see you on Friday.

“I should get going,” Hunter said. “I have to swing back through Vegas before the weekend. I’ve been on the road for too long.”

Eli finished his glass and stood. “Me too. After the honeymoon, Holly and I dove straight into negotiations with a London tech company and I feel like I haven’t actually spent time with her other than on conference calls. We’re going to head to Colorado tomorrow and hide away at Solitaire for a day before the other members arrive.”

Garrett stood as Hunter and Eli made their way to the door. They would both be rushing off to airfields and private jets to go in different directions. Their lives were extravagant, but with the extravagance often came jet lag and stress. It was worth it for Garrett, though. He couldn’t imagine a life where he didn’t have unlimited resources.

Another perk of his lifestyle was Solitaire. Members came from all over the country, and a few even came from overseas to partake in the luxury BDSM club. There were parties nearly every Friday and Saturday, but the crowd was different every week except for a few core members who couldn’t stay away. He glanced at his watch. His next meeting was in ten minutes.

Regina, his ever-efficient assistant, poked her head in the door.

“Do you have the Colorado paperwork, Sir? I’ve got a member of your management team asking for it.”

He crossed to his desk and picked up the folder with the papers he’d just signed. Handing it to her, he felt like an asshole all over again, but he hadn’t achieved his level of success by being nice. Heaving a heavy sigh, he drained the last of his glass and walked out the door to his next meeting.

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