Mr. Perfect (Sinister in Savannah #2) - Aimee Nicole Walker Page 0,33

been fully vetted. While you will be given full menus at each location, you’ll only be able to partake in the activities that won’t bring you into full contact with a staff member. To ensure your compliance, the cards we issued to you will not open any of the doors to private rooms.”

“Fair enough,” Rocky said. Felix nodded.

Both men signed the disclosure. Felix was so flustered that he nearly signed his real name instead of the fake identity Rocky had given him.

“Enjoy your evening, gentlemen,” Mercedes said silkily, slipping from the table and leaving Felix and Rocky to their own devices.

“Do you want a drink before we get started?” Rocky asked, gesturing to the small square kiosk on the table.

Felix shook his head. He preferred to keep a clear head. “Go ahead if you want one.”

Rocky swiped his card in the reader to wake it up and scrolled through the menu until he found the one he wanted. “A Manhattan sounds perfect.”

“That’s a strong one.”

“To match your will,” Rocky said. The man who brought Rocky’s drink to him was tall, broad-shouldered, and flirtatious. “Thanks, darlin’.”

Felix wondered if the waitstaff was chosen based on the preferences members, or potential members in this case, had provided. Rocky seemed to have a tough time tearing his eyes off the server’s ass when he walked away.

Rocky took a sip, then coughed a little. “They sure as hell don’t water down their drinks.” His voice sounded raspy as if the liquid had left a trail of fire in its wake. “Good stuff.”

“Sounds like it,” Felix said as he discreetly scanned the room. He watched as a leggy blonde led a man at least twice her age through a door in the back of the room with a glowing cobalt diamond on the wall above it. “How much do they charge for a drink around here?”

“This cost me twenty-five bucks.”

“Wow.”

Rocky leaned forward, eyes narrowed, and studied Felix’s face. “Do you know your eyes are the color of the Manhattan I just drunk?” He scrunched up his face. “Or is it drank?”

“You drank the Manhattan, and now you’re bordering on drunk,” Felix said. He was utterly charmed by this side of Rocky.

“I am not drunk,” Rocky said, shaking his head. “It’s just that I rarely drank. Drunk. Drink. I rarely drink.” Rocky slumped into his seat a little. Uh-oh. “I might be a little drunk.”

“And here I thought this place overcharged their members. Getting smashed for twenty-five bucks is a bargain.”

“Just leave me here so you can investigate.”

“Shh,” Felix said. “No way in hell I’m leaving you here by yourself. There’s no telling what kind of trouble you’d find yourself in.”

Rocky laughed harder than the remark deserved. “Probably end up married again.”

“Married?” Felix asked. “Again?”

“What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there.” Rocky leaned forward, then crooked his finger for Felix to get even closer.

“Any closer and I’ll be straddling your lap.”

Rocky let out a snort slash hiccup slash giggle that might’ve been the cutest sound Felix had ever heard in his life. “When I first met you, I thought just maybe you could be the one to make me forget him.” Rocky shook his head. “The son of a bitch got under my defenses, grabbed my heart with both hands, and stole a chunk of it.” Who? His husband? “God, I’m so stupid.” Rocky folded his arms on the table and lowered his forehead to rest on top of them.

Felix ran a hand through Rocky’s silky blond strands. “You’re human, Major. We all trust our hearts with people who don’t deserve them.”

Rocky raised his head so fast that it startled Felix. “Whoa. The room is spinning.”

“I bet.”

“That Jude is a son of a bitch,” Rocky said.

“Yes, but we’re talking about you now.”

“I don’t want to,” Rocky said, laying his head back down on top of his arms.

Felix caught the eye of the server who’d brought Rocky’s drink. He waved the handsome guy over.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, casting a concerned look at Rocky, who gave the server two thumbs up without raising his head.

“My friend isn’t much of a drinker but still chose one of the strongest cocktails on the menu. Could he get a robust cup of coffee? Otherwise, our night is over before it begins.”

The younger man smiled. “Of course, coming right up.”

“Just leave me here,” Rocky said, his voice muffled. “Sebastian will take good care of me.”

“Who’s Sebastian?”

The server chuckled. “I am.”

It was funny how Felix hadn’t caught his name. Rocky sure had