Page 3 of The Broker

Where did he find these guys?

Scary Irish boss-man nodded, and the two standing guard opened the doors at the same time.

Sawyer took a step into the room and smiled. At least twenty beds were lined up, each filled with patients waiting to be moved to the next phase.

“Excellent,” Sawyer whispered, internally salivating at the boatload of money they were going to make.

“I told you we could deliver,” the scary Irish dude responded with an evil grin. His neck tattoo stretched as he turned to admire his handiwork.

There was a reason that they hired this ex-con to handle their dirty work. Procurement of their product was a tricky task.

“Yes, you certainly did. My clients will be more than happy to hear that things are progressing as planned.”

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ISAAC

The heat from the sun bore down on Isaac, warming every part of his exposed body. Some would argue that the heat was excruciating, but not Isaac. Isaac loved it.

Yes, his pale Irish skin would argue otherwise, but as long as he kept reapplying sunscreen everygoddamnhour, he was safe. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself. The truth would rear its ugly head tomorrow, and it would more than likely result in him spending the day applying aloe to his sensitive skin and him bitching about how sore his stupid body was.

But he was stubborn. And until then, he would continue to enjoy his tequila sunrise while suntanning with his best friend by this luxurious pool.

“God, I love this,” Levi announced, lying on the lounge chair next to Isaac.

The man lay sprawled out, wearing nothing but his signature pink and silver Speedo and a large, brimmed hat that matched the colors of his suit. On his face, he wore his mega diva Dior sunglasses, trying to capture the essence of Marilyn Monroe or any one of the hundreds of starlets who graced the silver screen.

Levi brought his orange and red fruity cocktail to his lips and took a sip.

“What, the heat? Or watching the parade of half-naked men walking around the pool?” Isaac asked, sipping his drink and eyeing Rafael, one of theMaison’snewest additions.

The man hailed from Spain, having traveled to Paris to audition for Matteo. If you wanted to join the exclusiveMaison de Mfamily, you needed to demonstrate a certain… talent.

And so, Rafael auditioned. Rumor was that Rafael’s dance was so hot that Shawn—one of their bartenders—had to leave the room thanks to the tent jutting out of his pants. A sight not many would complain about.

Once the man proved to Matteo that he could dance, Matteo had him work the floor to see how well he played and interacted with the guests. Dancing was only one component of the job when you worked atLa Maison de M. Flirtation, fantasy, and how you interacted with guests were another. Dancers needed to be able to fit seamlessly into various roles and characters as guests’ preferences or needs were constantly changing.

Judging by the smoking hot body and protruding bulge in the boy’s Speedo, Isaac was pretty sure that Rafael had been a success when it came to making guests’ fantasies come true.

Levi lowered his sunglasses.

“Jesus, how big do you think it gets?” Levi asked, staring at the same bulge Isaac was currently admiring.

“I’d say, two inches past ‘Oh my fucking God!’” Isaac joked, mesmerized by the way it bounced as he walked.

Damn, that thing looked delicious.

Beside him, Levi chuckled, having to set his drink down on the table next to him before it spilled on his recently waxed chest. The boy barely had any body hair to begin with, but Levi was vain enough to insist on waxing the few hairs that did manage to see daylight.

Yes, they all worked atLa Maison, and many of them considered themselves brothers, but in the end, they were also human and could appreciate a rocking hot body and the heavy weight of a meaty package.

“Chase is still bigger,” Levi added, glancing over at his man, who was busy chatting with one of the guests across the pool.

Levi and Chase had been dating for almost a month now, ever since the incident with Mr. Peabody. Nothing brings a couple together like a near-murder experience.

“So, you say. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

A swift hand came crashing down on Isaac’s chest, leaving one hell of a red handprint.

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