the parking lot of Gents and drove through. Sure enough, there sat the blue sedan. According to the tracker, the phone was about fifty yards to my left, which would place it right smack in the middle of the biggest gay club in town. What do you know? I got out and walked around to the front. I recognized the guy at the door from a previous visit to the club. I handed him my cover charge and started to walk in, but he stopped me.
“Where’s your mask?” he asked.
“My what?”
“It’s masquerade night. You gotta have a mask. Here.” He reached under the podium and pulled out a stack of black masks and held one out to me.
“Thanks,” I said, moving towards the door again, but he grabbed my arm.
“Dude. You gotta wear it the whole time you're inside.”
I sighed and slipped the mask over my eyes, and positioned the rubber bands around the back of my head. I’d always hated these things, but whatever. At least that meant that Trey was wearing one. It would make it hard for our stalker to identify him, so at least there was that. But in my case, the tracker I was using was extremely accurate and could lead me straight to him. I moved slowly around the club, checking out my surroundings. I’d been here before, so I was familiar with the place, but I still took my time and scoped it out in a professional capacity. Once I was confident that I had the lay of the land, my plan was to use the tracker to narrow down his location, but that proved unnecessary. I didn’t need a red dot on my phone to tell me where he was because he was dancing right in front of me, and mask or no mask, I’d know him anywhere.
Trey
This had been an exceptionally good idea. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed to let off some steam and just dance. To surround myself with people like me, and to remind myself who I was and who I wasn’t. I’d never been to a club on masquerade night before, and being able to be here without worrying about anyone recognizing me was exhilarating.
Even when Ash and I had gone to the club in Charlotte, I worried. We drove over an hour to get there, and I changed my hair color and wore those ridiculous glasses, but still, I worried. Tonight, I wasn’t worried at all. The elaborate mask Ash had bought for me was flamboyant and pretty. There was no reason anyone would have a clue who I was.
As soon as we arrived, we moved out on the dance floor together and let go. The music was thumping, and the lights were flashing. It was perfect, and by the fourth song, we had moved apart and danced with whoever happened to be nearby. It had been so long since I’d been touched, even in a casual way like this, that I was really enjoying it.
As a slow, more sultry song began to play, a large muscular body slid up behind me, and my insides lit up. Damn, that felt good. His body moved with mine. He slid his hand around my waist, under my shirt, and flattened his palm against my stomach. I almost melted. He smelled so good. It was a familiar combination of cedar and musk that I was trying to place when he leaned his head down and ran his nose up my neck to my ear. I shivered, waiting to see what he would do next. Then in a sexy voice that I knew all too well, he said, “Hide-behind-the-chainsaws stupid, Trey.” And I froze.
Chapter 8
Roman
His body stiffened in my arms, and for just a moment, I regretted having to burst his bubble. He’d been moving in rhythm with the music like he didn’t have a care in the world. So different from the uptight, serious Trey I was used to seeing. It seemed like a crime to pull him out of that place back to reality. And the way his body moved against mine. Fuck, I never should’ve touched him, but the swaying of his hips lured me in. But I had a job to do, and this place was not secure. I needed to get my head back in the game.
“You need to tell your boyfriend we’re leaving,” I said gruffly. I tried for professional, but it came out sounding annoyed. He spun around to face me, glaring