called to Logan, turning to face his identical twin brother. “Why the hell are you here anyway?”
The grin Logan tossed at him said Luke wasn’t going to like the answer.
“I heard you were supposed to meet with Trent. I knew by your mood when I walked in that it hadn’t happened yet.” Logan didn’t look nearly as pleased with himself as the words came out.
“He should be here any minute. You might want to go talk to Dylan, or I’m tempted to force you to hang out with us.”
“Oh, hell no. Give me the drunk guy any day,” Logan responded at the same time there was a knock on Luke’s office door. Before he could call out to whoever it was, the door opened and in walked Trent. Somehow Logan managed to slip out of the room without even having to talk to him.
Bastard.
Luke had been expecting Trent for a while now, and like usual, the man seemed to keep his own schedule, the rest of them be damned. Ever since the night he gave a tour of the club to the Walker brothers, Trent had been pacing like a caged tiger. It was clear he had something on his mind.
“What brings you slummin’?” Luke greeted Trent with the question as he moved closer to his desk. He wasn’t sure he wanted to sit just yet. At six-foot-five-inches, Luke was by far a small man; however, it was interesting because even though Trent was probably an inch or two shorter, he was larger. Strangely, he was bigger both in size and personality. It explained why he was in the industry that he was in.
“Slummin’?” Trent laughed, his deep, raspy voice sounding oddly jovial and putting Luke’s back up.
What was he up to?
Luke, Logan, and Trent went way back. Although Trent was five or six years younger, the three of them had somehow forged a friendship prior to Club Destiny’s inception. Theirs was one of those friendships that coincidentally happened – right place, right time and all that. The three of them shared the same unique appreciation of adult clubs and many years later, here they were.
With the help of Trent’s and Logan’s capital, along with almost every penny Luke had in savings at the time, the club had been born. Going into it, the three of them knew they had bigger dreams than just creating a public bar.
Their intention was to create and expand a fetish club into something much bigger than what Club Destiny even was today. Considering recent events, they seemed to be moving in the opposite direction which had obviously pulled Trent out from behind the scenes.
“You bring the paparazzi with you?” Luke asked before deciding to drop into his chair. Hell, he wasn’t intimidated by Trent, and if the man wanted to loom over him like he had all of the control in this situation, he’d let him.
“Let’s hope not,” Trent sighed, finally taking the seat across from Luke. The more days that passed, the calmer Trent became at least in comparison to that first phone conversation they’d had when Trent insisted Luke open the doors to the club once more. He hadn’t been happy when Luke told him that wasn’t going to happen. At least not yet.
“How’d you manage that?”
Trent held up a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses.
“Does that normally work?” Luke asked, laughing.
Trent Ramsey was one of the hottest actors on the scene at the moment. Being a hot commodity didn’t allow for much anonymity; therefore, Trent had never out and out shared his interest in the club only because of the fact he didn’t want to bring the press down on them. Luke was pretty sure that was going to be a thing of the past now that Trent had decided to jump back into the game so to speak.
“Most of the time, yes,” Trent answered. “It helps that I sent a decoy out early this morning, and I’m pretty sure they’re hot on his tail by now.”
“I’d tell you I’m impressed with your evasive skills, but I’d be lying,” Luke said sternly, working to get them to the topic he knew Trent came to talk about. “If you came by to
The grin Logan tossed at him said Luke wasn’t going to like the answer.
“I heard you were supposed to meet with Trent. I knew by your mood when I walked in that it hadn’t happened yet.” Logan didn’t look nearly as pleased with himself as the words came out.
“He should be here any minute. You might want to go talk to Dylan, or I’m tempted to force you to hang out with us.”
“Oh, hell no. Give me the drunk guy any day,” Logan responded at the same time there was a knock on Luke’s office door. Before he could call out to whoever it was, the door opened and in walked Trent. Somehow Logan managed to slip out of the room without even having to talk to him.
Bastard.
Luke had been expecting Trent for a while now, and like usual, the man seemed to keep his own schedule, the rest of them be damned. Ever since the night he gave a tour of the club to the Walker brothers, Trent had been pacing like a caged tiger. It was clear he had something on his mind.
“What brings you slummin’?” Luke greeted Trent with the question as he moved closer to his desk. He wasn’t sure he wanted to sit just yet. At six-foot-five-inches, Luke was by far a small man; however, it was interesting because even though Trent was probably an inch or two shorter, he was larger. Strangely, he was bigger both in size and personality. It explained why he was in the industry that he was in.
“Slummin’?” Trent laughed, his deep, raspy voice sounding oddly jovial and putting Luke’s back up.
What was he up to?
Luke, Logan, and Trent went way back. Although Trent was five or six years younger, the three of them had somehow forged a friendship prior to Club Destiny’s inception. Theirs was one of those friendships that coincidentally happened – right place, right time and all that. The three of them shared the same unique appreciation of adult clubs and many years later, here they were.
With the help of Trent’s and Logan’s capital, along with almost every penny Luke had in savings at the time, the club had been born. Going into it, the three of them knew they had bigger dreams than just creating a public bar.
Their intention was to create and expand a fetish club into something much bigger than what Club Destiny even was today. Considering recent events, they seemed to be moving in the opposite direction which had obviously pulled Trent out from behind the scenes.
“You bring the paparazzi with you?” Luke asked before deciding to drop into his chair. Hell, he wasn’t intimidated by Trent, and if the man wanted to loom over him like he had all of the control in this situation, he’d let him.
“Let’s hope not,” Trent sighed, finally taking the seat across from Luke. The more days that passed, the calmer Trent became at least in comparison to that first phone conversation they’d had when Trent insisted Luke open the doors to the club once more. He hadn’t been happy when Luke told him that wasn’t going to happen. At least not yet.
“How’d you manage that?”
Trent held up a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses.
“Does that normally work?” Luke asked, laughing.
Trent Ramsey was one of the hottest actors on the scene at the moment. Being a hot commodity didn’t allow for much anonymity; therefore, Trent had never out and out shared his interest in the club only because of the fact he didn’t want to bring the press down on them. Luke was pretty sure that was going to be a thing of the past now that Trent had decided to jump back into the game so to speak.
“Most of the time, yes,” Trent answered. “It helps that I sent a decoy out early this morning, and I’m pretty sure they’re hot on his tail by now.”
“I’d tell you I’m impressed with your evasive skills, but I’d be lying,” Luke said sternly, working to get them to the topic he knew Trent came to talk about. “If you came by to
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