Page 15 of The Broker

Holy shit. Talk about an instant boner. Could the man be any sexier?

Realizing he still hadn’t responded, Isaac smiled up at the man, hand still shielding the sun from his eyes.

“I heard it was good for your back lying on something hard. Personally, I prefer sitting on something hard, but to each his own.”

That was a lie.

In all the years he had been sexually active, he had never once taken a dick. Sure, he’d thought about it, but he found that when most guys saw the size of his dick, they either wanted to spend their time sucking on it or insisted that he top. As such, he had never had the opportunity to experience the rough pleasures of being pounded himself.

Maybe. Hopefully. One day.

The man above him smirked.

That was a good sign, right? The guy seemed like he was interested. Shit. Was he an employee or a customer? Was he even allowed to speak to whomever this guy was? Isaac wasn’t working at La Maison de M—he was just spending some time here. Speaking to Matteo’s doctor friend and taking some time to figure out his next move.

“I’m Isaac.” He decided not to be a total weirdo and introduced himself, holding his hand up in the air for the beast-man to take.

“I know. I’m Jared,” the hunk of a man replied, taking Isaac’s hand and helping him up from the ground.

To be honest, after spending so much time living on the streets, he felt right at home lying on the ground. Actually, this spot was a lot nicer—and cleaner—than places he lay in the past.

Standing chest to chest, their eyes locked on one another.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jared. Are you a guest? Or do you work here?”

The man’s lips pulled back in a smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. “I work here. I’m one of the dancers.”

Shit. Were co-workers allowed to fool around? Well, technically, Isaac wasn’t a co-worker, he was just a guy… visiting… for an undetermined amount of time… So… well… the lines were a little blurred when it came to that.

Isaac took a step back, deciding it was better to play it safe and not ruin Matteo’s generous offer by fucking one of Matteo’s employees.

He did have some class and self-control, after all. He hoped.

“How are you finding this place so far?” Jared asked, eyes never leaving Isaac’s.

There was something warm and gentle in his eyes. Isaac felt the butterflies begin to stir.

Taking a breath, Isaac walked over to an overturned crate left beside a pile of junk. He took a seat on top and ran his hand through his magenta hair. Yes, his hair was magenta… not purple… not rouge… but magenta.

“It’s been good so far. Been mostly hanging around the house, taking in the sights and trying to stay out of everyone’s way. You guys got a lot going on around here.”

Jared took a seat next to Isaac.

“Yeah, it can be overwhelming at first, but you get used to the chaos and constant activity. I’ve been here a couple of years now and love it. The guys who work here are amazing, and most of the clients who come here are pretty decent guys. Always generous.”

So, Jared was a prostitute…

“So, this is a big whorehouse?” Isaac asked, still not one hundred percent sure what La Maison de M was.

A chuckle escaped Jared’s lips.

“Don’t let Matteo hear you call his baby a whorehouse. No, this place is so much more than that. La Maison is a place where men can come to be themselves. They are able to explore their sexuality, indulge in their fantasies, and just come to relax and enjoy themselves in a safe and non-judgmental environment. And no, I am not a prostitute.”

Isaac’s cheeks blushed. How did he know?

“I know what it’s like trying to get settled into a new place, especially when you don’t know anyone, but you know me now. Anything you need, just come and ask.”

Jared picked up the skateboard he had placed next to him when he first sat down.

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