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Margo grabbed my wrist.“A lot if you’re caught.You both do.”
“What fun is life without a little danger?”I pushed the button.How hard could it be to play some version of me for four hours?And maybe that Julian could win a few games.
“Okay.”She turned her attention back to her tablet.“Once we reach the suite, Jackson will pat you down, and you will need to turn over all personal property, including your cell phone and wallet.Nothing of value should go into that room.That includes your watch.Do you have any weapons or drugs on you?”
“Weapons?No?Do people bring weapons?”
“You’d be surprised.You’ve booked four hours.When your time is up, Jackson will return your personal property and escort you down to the lobby.You read over the dos and don’ts of tonight, correct?”
“Yes.”God, this was weird.I was discussing with Anders’s sister that I understood I had not paid for any kink or anal.
Margo glanced up from her tablet.There were still a few hints of the teenage girl.“You’re still so serious, aren’t you?You act as if you’re about to be executed, not have your cock sucked.Try enjoying yourself.She’s good at what she does.”
Enjoy myself?That wasn’t why I was here.I came to get my game back.The elevator doors opened, and a large man with short, clipped hair and tattoos on his hands and neck stood waiting.
“Jackson, this is Mr.X.”
“Welcome.”Jackson held a lockbox.“I’ll need all personal belongings.”
“Remember, what happens in that room stays in that room,” Margo teased.
“I’m not sure that’s how they intended for that slogan to be used.”I stepped off the elevator and onto the firm ground of rock bottom.
CHAPTERSEVEN
WYATT
October 18
I swallowed the shot of tequila, going over Julian’s information, trying to figure him out.He hadn’t mentioned anything about his career or who he was.Nothing about his thirty-million-dollar contract or about the thousands of fans that chanted his name at each game.Richard had made sure I knew his worth financially, and he loved to name drop.But Julian listed stats like he was a racehorse.
He was thirty-four, six foot four, 228 pounds.The team doctor had cleared him for all activities, including sex.No STDs or other recent illnesses.Julian had a bad shoulder and knee, which he got cortisone shots for.He had suffered two concussions, three broken ribs, and several broken or sprained fingers.Broke his nose, twice, and no drugs.Not even pot.
None of this helped me.I didn’t know if he wanted small talk as part of his foreplay.Or if he’d walk in, cock in hand, and demand I get on my knees.
In the hall I could hear Jackson going over the whole illegal drugs, to-get-it-up-take-them-now line he always gave.The door opened, and they both stepped in.Julian was dressed in a suit that was tailored to fit him.His brown hair looked like someone had run their hands through it.He was tall and far more handsome in person than in his photos.
“You have four hours.Not four hours and one more pump,” Jackson said, patting Julian down, stopping at his groin.
“Hey,” Julian grunted out.“That’s mine.”
“Checking it’s all attached.”Jackson stood, winking at me.I think he liked this part, making my clients as uncomfortable as he could.It reminded them of who was in control.“When your time is up, put your cock away and put your pants on.Wear a condom.If your cock is out, there better be a condom on it.If you don’t want to wear one, I will drag you naked from this room.”
Julian hadn’t even looked at me yet.His back was straight and his stance tense.
“I will be right here, and I hear everything.If I so much as hear her voice raise, I will drag you naked from this room and dump you on the casino floor.Do you understand?”Jackson was a big man.He towered over most of my clients, but Julian could stand toe-to-toe with him.I’d almost like to see Jackson try to drag Julian out.
“What if she’s praising my abilities?”Julian asked, adjusting his jacket.I could hear the cockiness in his voice.That sense of entitlement was why I never did athletes.
Jackson laughed a genuine laugh.“I’ve been working with her for fifteen years and that has never happened, so I’m not worried.”I should’ve stopped Jackson.I didn’t believe a man who needed Anders to find him an escort was going to push any boundaries.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, puck boy.”Jackson turned off the light.“He’s clean, Cass.Yell if you need anything.”He cut Julian a warning glance.“I hear everything, so don’t be a hero.”
Jackson went into the kitchen, where he would wait until I took Julian to the bedroom.“You’ll have to excuse Jackson.He’s just doing his job.”
“He’s good at it.”Julian took a deep breath and let it out slowly, finally looking my way.
