Page 92 of Flirt
At the top of the stairs, Kieran turned to the right and led them past another bar to a corner booth in the back of the room. He waited for everyone to take their seats, then brushed his hair away from his face to reveal a small earpiece. He pressed a button on the top, and after a pause, he said a number and someone’s name.
“Jace will be right over to get your drink orders. If you need anything else, just ask for me.” With another smile and a quick nod, he backed away from the table. “Enjoy your evening, gentleman.”
“Well,” Derek said when they were alone, “that was interesting.” He dipped his head toward Asher with a smirk. “I am definitely rolling with you more often.”
The others voiced their agreement, but Cameron paid little attention. With its pale blue walls and gleaming white furniture, the Sky Lounge seemed a fitting name for the VIP room. The lamp that hung over the center of their table cast a circle of silvery blue light, and the white leatherthat covered the cushions felt incredibly soft against his palms.
“Welcome to Raine Beau’s.” A young man dressed only in pair of white, spandex shorts that hid absolutely nothing stood at one end of the curved booth. “I’m Jace. What’s your pleasure tonight?”
“Well, hello,” Luke sang, sitting up a little straighter, his eyes raking over the server.
Jace popped his hip out to the side, showing off his lean frame—narrow at the hips and shoulders, but with tightly packed muscles encased in glistening tawny skin. Black, messy spikes stuck out all over his head, the tresses striped with neon pink that practically glowed in the light.
His gaze flickered from one man to the next, his dark eyes big and beguiling, framed by long, thick lashes. Along with the soft planes of his face and the gentle slope of his nose, the combination created an oddly youthful appearance. Not young exactly, but more innocent than his knowing smirk would indicate.
It was a strange mixture of pure sex and sweet naiveté, but it definitely worked for the guy.
“Martini,” Luke purred. “Dirty. Very dirty.”
Cameron chewed his bottom lip to muffle his groan, but he must not have done a great job, because Asher leaned into him with a snort. Clearly, he was used to Luke’s behavior by now, but Cameron could feel the heat creeping across his cheeks.
Derek looked Luke up and down with a devious grin before turning back to their server. “Sit on My Face.”
Cameron nearly swallowed his tongue, and his face lit on fire, the burn traveling down his neck and up to the tips of his ears.
Sitting back, legs splayed out in front him, Nico licked his lips. “Suck, Bang, and Blow.”
“Jesus Christ,” Cameron breathed. “Are you guys ordering drinks or a hooker?”
Nonplussed, Jace turned his attention to Asher. “For you?”
“Adios Motherfucker.”
“Rude,” Luke called from across the table, but he started to laugh, which kind of ruined it.
“And for you?” Jace asked, turning those big eyes on Cameron.
Clearing his throat, Cameron did his best not to look down at the table when he spoke. “Uh, just an Amaretto Sour, please.”
Jace gave him a nod and a saucy wink before sashaying off to the bar.
Thankfully, once he left, the conversation around the table turned to mundane topics that didn’t involve sex. Nico talked about his tattoo shop and a new design he had been working on for a couple of days. Luke had a lot of hilarious stories about the clinic where he worked,especially involving the newest doctor on the rotation. Asher even talked about his writing a little.
“What is it you do?” Luke asked Derek a few minutes after their drinks had arrived.
“Graphic and web design.”
“He designed the logo and website for my company,” Cameron offered, grinning when both Asher and Luke whipped out their phones. “He’s really good.”
It was Derek’s turn to blush, and he mumbled his thanks into his drink.
“Wow,” Luke said, leaning to the side so Nico could look over his shoulder at the phone screen.
“You’re good,” Asher agreed. “Really good. Are you taking on new clients?”
Sipping his drink again, Derek nodded.
In response, Asher slid his phone across the table. “Give me your number, and I’ll give you a call next week. My website is in desperate need of an upgrade.”
