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took his seat once more, holding back on the impulse to let out an exasperated sigh.
    When he didn’t say anything, Vargas added, “One thing I’ve realized in the last few years, you reach a certain point in life and it just plain sucks being alone.”
    Walter held up a hand. “Leave it. I like my life the way it is. Nice and quiet.” He scooped up the folded papers with the names of the security personnel and newest members and tucked them in his pocket. “Is there anything else I’m missing? Anything out of the ordinary been going on? It may not seem like it’s related.”
    “No,” Vargas said. “Although I could’ve missed something like that. Been dealing with a lot of shit.” He groaned and sank farther into the chair. “You have no idea how hard it is to run a respectable club with a dining room and four floors of rooms when you do not receive your linen deliveries three days in a row. Clientele here expect clean sheets on the beds.”
    Which was why men preferred the Haven to other avenues of hooking up. A man could get any experience he was after. Even if that was a hot shower and a clean, warm bed after a rough fuck while chained to a wall.
    “You trust all the employees?” Walter asked.
    “Most of them I do. Some of the newer guys I don’t know all that well, but I trust all the guys in security.”
    “Any of them in security fucking other guys on the staff? Or club members?”
    Vargas raised his eyebrows. “What do you think? The only restriction for all employees is they’re not allowed to fuck while on the clock. Either each other or any of the members.”
    Walter cleared his throat to stifle the chuckle. Years back he’d gotten blown by an employee while the room service he’d ordered grew cold on the delivery tray.
    Vargas sighed. “I don’t want to know what they’re doing, do I?”
    “Nope.”
    “Great. When did I get so old I’m this out of touch?”
    Walter scoffed. Vargas was five years younger than him. He nodded to the monitor. “Show me the live feed. I want to see who else is here.”
    Vargas returned to the control panel and brought up the video feed of the main floor. He clicked from view to view as they scanned the crowd on the largest monitor.
    They sat in silence, watching the lounge, the bar, the dining room. It looked the same as it had whenever Walter visited. The majority of the men not looking for anything special, out looking for a score, the fuck of the year, the guy who would blow him for a half hour and not bitch about a sore jaw. Meaningless. Empty. He’d done this scene. He’d also done the flip side—a home, a partner.
    He didn’t think he could take going back to either life.
    Casual fucking was too… casual for him these days.
    And the other…well, his heart might not be able to take that. Even if he did ever end up getting serious with someone again, it would have to be a man his own age, not a young guy from the club. It would have to be someone settled in his life, but who also got that life was fleeting, someone—
    No, he was right the first time. He couldn’t go back.
    Besides, he wouldn’t want to hurt his right hand’s feelings. They’d grown close over the last five years. A lot of late nights together. And early mornings. At this point if he fucked anyone else, he might actually feel like he was cheating.
    A man sitting in the corner of the bar caught his eye. Walter leaned toward the monitor. “Stop there. On that guy I asked you about earlier. The paralegal.” The camera paused on Kevin Dennison. “Interesting.” The way the man’s gaze kept darting to the crowd of dancing men. Like he wanted to stay focused on them but fought himself on it.
    Then he turned away from the dance floor, and Walter got a better view of his face. Expressive brown eyes. Those eyes would look great staring up at him while the guy was on his knees blowing him.
    How long had it been since he’d had a blowjob? Too long. That’s why he was gawking at