Chapter 2

A good time indeed for all.

 A necessary one, since my longtime BFF asked me to do him a solid of playing second banana in a trio with his woman.

Lexi wanted this three's-a-charm combo. It's her fantasy---to be serviced by two men at the same time. Honestly, it's a fantasy for a lot of women, and it's one I've been damn lucky to dabble in and deliver on a few times over the years.

At tonight's fiesta of fucking, no words cross, and that's fine by me because I'm there to please her.

That's what my friend's woman wants---to be lavished with cocks and tongues all over her body. We give that to her, and I know she's falling deeper in love with my buddy for being man enough to serve up all her dirty fantasies on a silver platter of sex and love.

Everyone leaves the suite happy.

Now here I am, the clock ticking close to midnight, stretched out in a swank booth at a plush The Great Gatsby-- Era speakeasy on the main floor of this luxury hotel smack dab in the middle of Sin City.

With my hot-as-hell bodyguard by my side and the two lovers across from us. Jimin and Lexi are googly-eyed and lovey-dovey. They can't take their eyes off each other.

It's nauseatingly wonderful, and I love it.

I nudge Jungkook with my elbow. "I'm a wizard. I am motherfucking magic," I say, pleased as punch and proud of my work here tonight. I'm dirty cupid, firing arrows of true love dipped in fiery sec.

"Yes, I'm sure it was your wand that did it," Jungkook retorts in that deadpan tone of his. He is a master of the deadpan.

I wiggle my brows. " My wand nows all sorts of spells. I mean, just look at them," I say under my breath as Lexi tangles her fingers in her bodyguard's hair, tugging Callum closer for a smooth.

"Hard to look elsewhere when they're literally across from us."

"C'mon. Even you, Mr I Don't Blink, can't resist the sight of true love. I bet it's melting your cold heart."

He shoots me a chilling stare. We're talking freezer-burner levels. "Do you want me to blink?"

He makes a fair point.

"Maybe not," I admit.

"Good. That's what I thought."

"But I dare you to admit your heart is turning into a puddle in that steel-encased chest of yours," I say, goading him.

The tiniest laugh escapes from his lips, but the stoic man shakes his head in denial. Still, I catch the sliver of amusement in the slight of his lips.

I'm grinning too, since my peeps are on their path to happily ever after, and they sure look like they need to be alone. Maybe they need permission too---the reminder that the double-**** party is over and that it's more than okay for them to be by themselves.

I cleared my throat. Loudly. Dramatically. Lexi and Jimin look at me, a little chagrined. "Yoo-hoo. Your suite is upstairs. Time to get your pretty asses out of here," I wave toward the exit, shooing them. "Be on your merry way, lovebirds."

Lexi gives me an are you sure look. "You don't mind?"

"I'm all good, Lexi. One hundred per cent. Go do your thing," I say, clapping Jungkook on the shoulder to show just how good I am without them. "I'm going to grab a nightcap with Jk. If he'll have one."

My gaze drifts to the man next to me. Jeon Jungkook.

Everything about his smoking hot, even his last name. He sounds like an action man. Like he has a TV adventure series. But then, everything about him is surface-of-Mercury temperature.

Figures he'd be straight.

So many of the hottest ones are. But I'll never lament that when I was born with the good fortune to be able to consider all the offerings at any table.

Jimin rises, patting me on the back. "Thanks again, man."

I slice a hand through the air. "Say nothing of it. That's what friends are for."

"I owe you," Jimin adds serious and intense.

Out of the corner of my eye, I register that Jungkook's jaw ticks. Like he's the slightest bit peeved.

Which is pretty weird.

Why would he be ticked by Jimin's words?

But then, my bodyguard has no patience for my antics some nights.

Most nights.

No biggie. that only makes me want to give Jk more antics.

Especially since I'm not in the mood whatsoever for this night to end. Sure, I'm ready to say sayonara to my buds, but bedtime doesn't interest me. Talking, chilling, chatting---that absolutely does, since I'm still buzzing from the high of the concert.

After Lexi and Jimin leave. Jungkook shifts to a chair across from me, probably so he can get a better view of the exit now that the others are gone.

"Just you and me, Jk. Should we get some Ben and Jerry's and have a gabfest? Or play Would You Rather?"

He snorts, rolling his eyes. "You don't like Ben and Jerry's."

"Figures that's what you'd home in on. Trying to catch me on a technicality. But I do lIke ice cream in general."

"Everyone likes ice cream in general," he counters. "Do you? I've never seen you eat it."

"Is that important to you when it comes to your security detail? That you have visual proof of me licking an ice cream cone?"

I linger on that image for a few seconds, though I shouldn't. But in my defence, he planted it in my head.

The tempter that he is.

I'm picturing Jungkook's tongue licking mint chip cone, and that's not so fair.

"Yes, I would like proof very much," I say, then return to the immediate issue---what comes next. "So, the way I see it is this---we could go out for cones or have another drink. After all, we had an epic show tonight. We need to celebrate."

He cocks his head, arches a brow, and, after a second, asks, "Isn't that what you've been doing? Celebrating?"

An edge slices his voice, reminding me of his jaw ticking a few moments ago, but I don't let either deter me. "Why stop, then?" I stretch my arms out wide across the back of the booth.

He's stoic, as he often is. then, after a few seconds, Jungkook nods, neat and crisp. "I'm on the job, but I'll take a seltzer water."

"Let's get this man a seltzer, then," I call the server over and order another bubbly water for my favourite bodyguard, then a Macallan for me.

"Glad to see you're not trying to slip away," I tease when the server takes off.

Jungkook barely cracks a grin. "I believe the job entails me not slipping away."

I slam my hand on my chest like I'm mortally wounded. "You're only here for the job?"

He raises a brow, his expression amused. "Did you think I was here for the bubbly water?"

"The company man. The goddamn company.Moi."

He smirks. "And the company pays well, so thank you for not hiring volunteer bodyguards."

I reach out an arm and smack him on the shoulder.

The rock-hard shoulder.

That's my guy.

He's a solid mass of a man.

Jungkook is that kind of guy. When his picture shows up, comments flood the page. Peeps weigh in saying if he were protecting them, they'd arrange trouble so he'd have to wrap his arms around them.

Understandably.

And the uniform? It's pure porn. Black slacks. A tight button-down that stretches across his chest, the sleeves rolled up and showing off the veins of his forearms. He's everything you could want in a protector.

He's a perma-take dude, You can't stop looking at him.

And yet....

I won't get caught up in what I can't have. I might like everything, but I respect the hell of boundaries.

I like women who like men and I like men who like men, but I do not ever try to turn a guy who's straight. What would be the point? The way I see it, there's a whole wide world out there teeming with men and women who like to play, who like to have fun. same as I do.

Fun should never come with shame. Or regret. or doubt.

When I'm with Jungkook, I focus on having a good time with my employee. Though "employee" feels like such a weird term for the person who's by my side all day long.

The person I do everything with.

When the waiter brings the next round, Jungkook thanks him and then lasers on me. "So what's on your mind tonight, boss? You are going to give me a hard time about whether the Beatles are better than the Stones, if mustard is harder to live without than ketchup, or whether California is a cooler state than New York?"

Out of habit. I answer, "Stones, mustard, Cali."

But then I tilt my head, latching onto something in his voice.

A note. A sound.

Almost like he doesn't want to leave this scene either.

Almost like he wants to stay, for reasons I can't quite figure out.

 But I want to. Oh hell, do I want to.

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