Beautifully Stolen - Charity Parkerson Page 0,27

to Brett. That small detail saved Brett’s sanity. Still, he had a hard time meeting Roman’s stare.

“I’m sorry.” Brett had no idea why he apologized.

“I should have told you.”

Brett’s gaze finally moved to Roman’s. He looked devastated. “Why did you lie?” Brett couldn’t stop the question. It came out sounding every bit as hurt as he felt. “You told me you were a dancer.”

“I didn’t lie, exactly. If you had requested a lap dance, you would’ve gotten one. You must’ve accidentally used just the right words to get this service. This is a sex club,” Roman explained, needlessly. Brett had figured that much out for himself. “Most nights, I dance in a cage in the main room until someone asks for my private services.” Roman’s gaze skirted away. “I told you that you wouldn’t want me if you really knew me.”

Brett’s heart twisted at the surety in Roman’s voice. He fully believed Brett would reject him now. “How much time did my two hundred and fifty dollars buy with you?” Brett didn’t know why he couldn’t hurt Roman and walk away. He just couldn’t.

Roman’s gaze returned to cautiously meet Brett’s. “Twenty minutes.”

“Will you come see me when you get off tonight? I brought a gift for you.”

Roman nodded. “If you still want me to, then of course.”

“I still want you there.” Brett reached past Roman and turned off the lights. “Get back to your throne, Adonis. I want to see if you really can take it.”

Roman’s mouth slammed down on Brett’s with enough force their teeth bumped. Brett’s body burned as Roman’s tongue roughly brushed his. It was over as quickly as it started and Roman was gone. Brett closed the door and returned to his seat. It was very likely he was a complete idiot, but he couldn’t spurn Roman. Maybe when he made it back to L.A., Brett wouldn’t speak to him again. He couldn’t say he wouldn’t overthink this. Tonight, though, he wanted to watch. He wanted Roman to meet him later. His body craved everything. Brett wasn’t leaving Aspen until he got what came for—Roman.

Roman couldn’t believe Brett was here. He hurried through the secret passageways where staff safely traversed the hallways to slip back inside his private playroom. Even though he felt a lot more self-conscious than usual, he quickly stripped and hit the control to the curtain. Roman wondered if Brett had really chosen to stay. He decided to act the way he always did—like no one else was there.

“You’re incredibly beautiful. I’ve thought so since the first time we met.”

The words filtered through the speaker, letting him know Brett still watched. He flashed the two-way mirror a seductive smile. “The feeling is most definitely mutual.” The memory of the first time they met over a year ago sneaked in. Roman’s discomfort slipped away as he moved to stand at the mirror. He pressed his palms against the cool surface. “I think about the day we met all the time.” Roman might have been embarrassed by his confession, but the mirror gave the illusion of being alone.

“We barely spoke that day.”

There was a hint of confusion in Brett’s voice. Roman didn’t know if he could explain. Still, he tried. “You were behind your camera, filming Falcon. All day long, you barely spared me a glance. That gave me the freedom to watch your every move. Study your every expression.” Roman stroked his cock. “I saw something in you that I don’t think most people would notice. There’s a reason you’re so good at what you do. It’s because you like to watch.”

Roman moved to his throne and sat. He draped one leg over the arm and slid lower, exposing himself and leaving nothing to the imagination. “You see all the right angles without trying, because you love all things visual.” Roman used one hand to squeeze his balls and toy with his asshole while he used the other to set a rhythm meant to please. He watched his reflection, but he saw Brett’s face in his head. “Your stare holds more intensity than anyone I’ve ever met. I see you. I understand why your clothes are always bright and why you always know who will be a star just by looking at them. It’s because you see people and you like to be seen every bit as much. Yet no one seems to notice you in the same way you see all of them, do they? So, you dress a little more outlandish all