more sense. “Visitor.”
The dude pulled a radio from his belt and spoke into it. “Visitor at the door.” He eyed Brett. “It’ll be just a second.”
Brett nodded. His discomfort grew larger by the second. Finally, a blond guy in a suit opened the door. He too eyed Brett from head to toe before waving him inside. Brett followed on his heels. The low thump of music came from the distance.
“I’m Ken,” the guy said, leading Brett inside a small and badly lit office. “Are you interested in a membership or are you testing the waters?”
Brett had no clue what that meant. “I don’t live here. I only came to see Adonis.”
Ken nodded. He didn’t make eye contact. Brett supposed that was pretty typical. No one wanted to feel seen here. “It’s two fifty for a private show. Plus, whatever you want to tip. You have to pay upfront. If you want to use a credit card, it’ll show up as Ken’s Repairs on your statement. So no worries about privacy.”
The whole transaction felt shady as fuck, but Brett handed over his credit card. He could hardly come to Roman’s work and not expect to pay to see him. Ken ran his card and then headed back out. Brett followed. The place seemed to be nothing more than a long series of hallways and closed doors. Ken led him inside one. It was dark.
“Wait here. Don’t worry. We keep everything sanitized. Adonis will join you shortly.”
Like that, Brett was alone in a dark room. He really couldn’t see much of anything. There seemed to be some type of window with a dim light peeking around the edge. It only offered enough light for Brett to make out a chair. He really didn’t want to sit on anything after the sanitized comment, but his foot throbbed inside his walking boot. Brett made a valiant effort not to touch anything too much as he sat. Before he could get too grossed out, the curtain opened.
Brett’s jaw dropped. Roman sat on a throne on the other side. Nude. Hard. Dick in hand and stroking. There were sex toys of every variety surrounding him. He looked turned on and ready to go. When Roman spoke, his voice came through an invisible speaker.
“What’s on the menu tonight?”
Brett didn’t respond. He couldn’t. None of this was expected. He had somewhat prepared himself to see Roman in a thong with oiled-up skin while people tossed cash his way, but this was something else entirely.
Roman smirked. “Don’t be shy. I can’t see you, but I can hear you.” He stood, looking proud as he moved to a nearby male sex doll. It looked like a high-dollar cyborg. It was anatomically correct in every way. “Do you want me to fuck him, or is he fucking me tonight?” Roman stroked the doll’s humongous fake cock at the question. He winked. “I can take it.”
Despite his shock, Brett’s body responded. He wanted to watch, but it didn’t feel right. Goddamn, Roman was smoking hot, but still. They knew each other. It seemed wrong. “I didn’t drive nine hundred miles for this.”
Roman froze. His face turned toward what Brett suspected was a two-way mirror. “Brett?”
“Yeah.” A nervous-sounding chuckle escaped him. “Sorry. I said I wanted to see you at the door. I think there was a miscommunication.”
Roman looked uncomfortable—like he really wanted to cover his nudity. Brett’s chest hurt. He felt like he had violated their trust or something. “I don’t think I should’ve come here. I wanted to surprise you, but not like this.” Brett stood. He should leave. “I’m staying at the Black Run Lodge. Suite two ten, if you want to see me.” Brett headed for the door.
“Wait.”
Brett froze. He couldn’t look directly at Roman. “Yeah?”
“Don’t move, okay?”
Brett shifted nervously. “Okay.” The curtain drew closed, plunging Brett into darkness once again. Brett wanted to run. His mind was a mess. He hadn’t expected any of this. Roman was an exotic dancer, or so he had said. Brett had known that part and been fine with it. This wasn’t the same thing at all. He felt... Brett didn’t know how he felt. They weren’t a couple. He had no right to balk. Yet, he felt cheated in some way he couldn’t explain—like Roman would never and could never belong to him exclusively.
The door swung open and Roman stepped inside. The lights flared to life. He wore jeans and nothing else. The button was undone like he had rushed to get