Chapter 3 Toby from the Rosebud Club #2
He was about to slip into the bathroom naked, which would mean he’d leave it naked and expect more action or even an invitation to stay overnight. I didn’t want to do that, which I’d told him before. I handed him his clothes, and his flirtatious grin soured.
“My driver will be ready.” At least I wasn’t putting him into a cab.
“Thanks.”
A few minutes later, I accompanied a slightly unsteady Toby to my front door. He’d be fine. He gave me a dirty kiss and a wave, and my driver held the door open for him. As soon as it snapped shut, I turned away.
Whistling, I walked back upstairs. All fucked out, I was looking forward to falling into my bed, but peace was not to be had.
Terrance Harbinger stood in front of the door to my bedroom, his arms folded over his chest and a scowl marring his pretty face. He wore blue checkered pajama pants like someone’s dad and a white tank top. With the lovely shape of his shoulders enhanced by the top, he looked fucking edible.
“You need your beauty sleep, Terrance. What are you doing up so late?”
“My job.” His jaw tightened, but other than that, he seemed aloof. “Why wasn’t I informed about a visitor? I had to wake up to his cries.”
“So sorry. I forgot he was a screamer.”
“Why wasn’t I informed, Lothair?”
“Relax. The house is safe.”
His expression remained stony. “Not when the owner lets random people in.”
“Random people? That was Toby.”
“Toby who?”
“How am I supposed to know? I didn’t ask for his last name. I’m not the police.”
“How did you meet Toby?”
“At a club.”
“How does he know where you live?”
“I told him.”
Wow. I liked Terrance’s hard-ass persona. This was like a scene in one of my movies, but more fun.
“What was he doing at the club? What’s his background? Occupation? Address? Interests? His omega dad’s name?”
I chuckled. “I haven’t spent hours in deep conversation with him. We’ve fucked a few times. He’s here for the dick. There’s no danger, Mr. Paranoid.”
“How do you know that? You’ve only fucked him a few times.”
I sighed and leaned on the wall, facing him. “What do you want from me, Terrance?” He seemed tense. I could massage those shoulders for him. The thought made me smile.
But Terrance glowered darker. “Let’s have a seat.”
I rolled my eyes but followed him through his obsessively tidy bedroom to the balcony. I plonked in a chair and waited. The sooner we got this over with, the sooner I could go to bed. The orgasms had worn me out.
Terrance sat facing me, his blue eyes ice-cold.
“He knew exactly who you were when he approached you at the club. He didn’t need any information about you because he already had everything.
Now this isn’t a problem if he truly is in it for the dick.
But with the frequency you engage in sexual activities with people you don’t know anything about, there’s a chance that someone will use your sexual appetite to get close to you, to infiltrate this house, your private sphere, or worse, to hurt you. ”
“You are such a killjoy, Terrance. Maybe you should fuck more yourself.”
Terrance tilted his head to the side, ignoring my remark, and waited. I made it for roughly half a minute before I caved. Those icy eyes were unnerving.
I groaned. “Okay, even if the danger is real, which I don’t believe, what am I supposed to do? ID every man I fuck?”
“Ideally, yes. Then you give me the details, and we do a background check.”
I couldn’t help it; I burst out laughing. “You’re kidding, right? That was sarcasm, Terrance. Look up the definition. S-a-r-c-a-s-m.”
“Decent spelling skills. You deserve a cookie.” Cookie.
That word on his lips. Cookie. He was adorable.
Terrance was fucking adorable, and I couldn’t stop chuckling even as he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Lothair, listen to me. In order to do my job properly, I need the identity of your lovers before you bring them to the house.”
“Forget it.” I snorted out another laugh. “I’m not doing a background check every time I want to bang a boy.”
Terrance the Iceberg didn’t even flinch. With his face smooth and stony like a Greek statue, he simply waited until I stopped laughing.
“From now on, if you want to bring someone here, ask for a full name and phone number and message them to me two hours prior at the very least.”
With that, he stood and gestured to the door.
“I’m tired. Good night, Lothair.”
I walked out of his bedroom a little stunned. He closed the door behind me.
What the hell? Who worked for whom here?
My first instinct was to message Carlos and have him fire Mr. Paranoid Harbinger first thing in the morning.
With my phone in my hand, I paused in my bedroom. I’d only have to hire another babysitter, and chances were, the next one wouldn’t be a shifter.
Alternatively, I could try removing that fat stick Harbinger had up his ass and replacing it with my cock.
I wanted to see him seduced and desperate, surrounded by nubile boys, preferably tied up.
I’d order them to suck his cock but not let him come.
I’d watch him go insane with need before bending him over and teaching him how to take it like an omega in heat.
I slept in. I didn’t have to be on set until twelve, which gave me enough time to swim and have a lovely brunch. Terrance sat by the pool, reading, a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. The designer sunglasses he wore obscured his piercing blue eyes.
I looked around, and since I didn’t notice any staff milling around, I did what I normally only did at night.
I dropped the swim trunks with the shorts I was wearing and dove into the pool naked.
I couldn’t see his reaction because I was busy swimming, but when I resurfaced on the other side of the pool, Terrance was studiously polishing his sunglasses with the hem of his T-shirt. A large coffee stain adorned the table.
After six laps, I climbed out and wrapped a towel around my waist before walking up to Terrance.
“How was your night?” I asked.
“Good. Thank you. Yours?”
“Can’t complain. I don’t think I apologized for the noise.”
“No harm done.”
“What are you reading?”
“A newspaper.”
Mr. Obvious Superior needed a spanking, dammit. “Isn’t that a little old-fashioned? I didn’t even know I had those.”
“You don’t. I changed my subscription so I get them delivered here.”
“Why do you read newspapers, Terrance? Is there a seventy-year-old man trapped in your body?”
“I enjoy being informed. You should try it.”
I scoffed. He really thought I was a complete dumbass, didn’t he? I didn’t have much time to sit down and read, but I listened to podcasts and political commentary every day while working out. Fuck it. I didn’t have to explain or justify myself to this man.
Terrance turned a page in his newspaper, not looking at me. I was about to leave when he cleared his throat. “Speaking of being informed. Toby Olsen.”
“Who’s that?”
“Your guest from last night.” Why did he sound so smug?
“Ah! Toby from the Rosebud Club. Great ass. A screamer. What about him?”
“He has a significant social media presence.”
“And?”
“He provides specific dating advice. Where to meet and bed celebs. He was about to make a post about you, which included a video of him entering your estate and a short clip of the fuck room, which he filmed while you were in the shower. Devon Hassel, my boss, gave Toby Olsen a call this morning while you were asleep. Toby won’t be posting the clip or contacting you again. ”
I gaped. Well, shit. That little fucker was resourceful. I hadn’t even noticed he had a phone on him.
Terrance lifted his cool eyes to mine. “I recommend deleting his number and message history. Unless you specifically want to pursue the relationship, in which case, we have a standard NDA he can sign.”
Definitely not pursuing anything with Toby. Shame, though, about his vacuuming asshole. I’d have enjoyed having a go at him a few more times. “And how did you convince him to remove the video?”
“Standard procedure.”
“Which is?”
Terrance looked at me like a long-suffering parent at his wayward child. “We threatened him, Lothair.”
“What? You told him you’d beat him up?”
Terrance laughed, and I perked up at the sound. He had a nice laugh. “Of course not. We’re not the Mafia. If he published the video, he’d face a lawsuit, which would cost him a substantial amount of money.”
“Oh.”
“Do you now understand why we have to do background checks on your conquests?”
I didn’t like the word conquests. I didn’t bed people to win anything. I simply wanted sex. Terrance waited for my answer.
I went through the catalog of emotions in my head. Annoyance that he’d been right, disappointment, a nip of anger, and then, determination. I was a stubborn guy on a good day, and when I wanted something, I could be relentless.
Soon, I’d have Terrance on his knees, with my dick inside him one way or the other.
So I smiled pleasantly, dropped the towel, and threw it over my shoulder. Terrance’s eyes flickered to my groin before he quickly looked away.
“Sure.” I smiled sweetly at him. “Whatever you say.”
Then I walked away, flashing him my naked ass.