The light filtering through the blinds sliced Mr. Terlizzi’s figure, making him look like a glowing racoon. It was the only window, since this was one of the private rooms in this club. Most of them had people coming in and out, but this one was always reserved for Nick for whenever he had to make business deals or had an evening companion to play with.
He nervously glanced across the room at Linus Godfrey, who was sitting quietly on the red loveseat and sipping his glass of wine. He had yet to take his gloves off and he looked terribly uncomfortable in his outfit now that he was sitting down. Nick pulled his eyes away to sip his scotch, trying not to make his hunger for the man so obvious. He wasn’t particularly ashamed to be attracted to both sexes; he was a man of simple pleasures, so it didn’t matter what tools you were given, but only how you used them. And Nick couldn’t help but wonder how Linus would be using his tools tonight…