Levi is content in his life as an escort at the Kline Agency until he sees a fellow escort find a meaningful relationship. As Levi ponders what it would be like to have a real relationship of his own, he meets a new client, Wesley. Wesley is unlike any guy Levi has ever met.
Levi doesn't want to go back to a life without Wesley, but he's haunted by the mental and physical scars his ex, Darien, left behind. It's hard for Levi to learn to trust again, even with Wesley. Determined to put his past behind him, Levi agrees to a trial Dominant/submissive relationship with his new lover.
When Darien comes back into Levi's life, claiming he's changed, Levi has to face his fears, and come clean with Wesley about his past. But Wesley has a few secrets of his own...
Praise for Levi
"Both men are stripped bare and all of their fears, hopes and desires are unveiled. The BDSM moments are not heavy but reflect the strong bond between them. I would say this one is a nice romance with a little edge. "
-- Beverly, The Romance Studio
"If you're looking for a fun story about two men who complement each other in their physical desires, if you enjoy stories with sexual denial scenes, and if you're looking for a light read with just a touch of angst, then you will probably like this short story."
-- Serena, Rainbow Book Reviews
Levi (Kline Agency)
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Copyright ©2014 Ana Raine
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"How about we go grab a drink after this." Nate looked hopeful, but I still had my doubts.
I was relieved there was no one else in the circuit apart from an older man who looked half asleep on the abdominal machine. "As friends, right. We've been over this before..."
"I know. I know." He blushed and held up his hands, defeated. "You're not interested in me. Although, come on. I'm pretty damn good in bed."
He did have a pretty nice ass and very kissable lips. Still not my type. "I'll take your word for it." The high from exercise was wearing off. "Let's go get that drink."
"Let's go to Cooley's. It's just down the street."
"Kay. I forgot a clean towel, so it's not my fault if I smell bad."
Nate smiled and looked around the room before leaning in closer. He surreptitiously rested his hand on my leg, a finger inching toward my hard-on. "I like the way you smell."
I laughed and ran a hand through his hair before getting off the machine and heading to the locker room. Nate wasn't far behind. Awkwardly, I changed my shirt, fully aware of the way Nate was staring at me. He glanced around us before saying, "I really wish I was your type, Levi. You're so hot."
"You never give up, do you?" I muttered, switching my socks and shoes for clean ones. "Ready to go? I could use that drink now."
"Yeah, for sure."
The walk to Cooley's was pretty short. Nate continued to chatter about work and some guy he worked with who he hoped was gay. Nate's chatter wasn't completely unwelcome. It was a good reprieve to hear him talking excitedly. I wasn't in a half bad mood by the time we got to the bar.
A guy at the entrance looked at my I.D. and then blew a puff of smoke into my face. I was tempted to punch him, but years of being an escort had taught me not to lose my cool.
The guy let us in and Nate led me away. "Let's go sit over there." He led me to a high table in the corner of the room. There was a young man sitting alone at the table next to us, but he looked more interested in what was on his phone than the other men in the bar. "What do you want to drink?"
"Anything's fine." I was taking my wallet out of my back pocket to give Nate some money, but he shook his head.
"It's fine." Nate turned down the money and then walked off to the bar to presumably order us drinks.
Okay, he was up to something. Even though he'd gotten a good job, I definitely wasn't any worse off than he was. Respectable or not, I knew I made a lot more money. The only logical conclusion was that he wanted something.
"Here. Whiskey and coke is always a favorite." Nate slid the glass across the table and then sat down. He had gotten the same.
I took a sip, but it tasted good, so I took another. "So... what's up?"
"What do you mean?" He had a sort of wide-eyed doe look.
"You want something, right? Shoot."
"My boss." Nate took another several gulps of his drink and then looked around as though he was worried someone was looking for him.
I pulled my shirt tighter over my wrists. I knew the feeling. "Your boss?"
"He's a pretty young, capable guy. He inherited the company after his dad got sick." The way Nate was talking made me think he was in love. "He's gay. Came out to me when he saw my resume and that I had worked as an escort for a while. See... he wanted me to recommend an escort to him."
"Yeah?" This conversation was weird. "There's a lot of guys at the Kline. You know that yourself. So did you give him the number, then?"
"No." Nate was feeling uncomfortable. I could tell because he kept sliding his shoulder awkwardly. "He was pretty specific about what kind of guy he wants."
"Are you talking about sex, Nate?" I asked softly. "You know the Kline doesn't condone that behavior. No escort service is supposed to advertise sex these days."
"Well... you might want to have sex with him if you saw him." Nate smiled and licked his lips. "But no, that's not what he wanted. He didn't want to get just anyone because he would need him to sign a confidentiality agreement."
"And he doesn't want to try a couple escorts out? He just wants one?" I fiddled with the straw in my drink.
"You're getting closer. He wants someone who is into his fetish. Who wouldn't mind going to places with him and pretending to be his submissive."
I realized what Nate was talking about. "A BDSM fetish?"
Nate nodded. "I knew you had dated a guy who was into BDSM, right? So, I thought you might be cool with it."
I didn't even want to pretend to entertain this idea. I drank the rest of my alcohol in one large gulp and gathered my stuff. "Nate, look, man, an escort's job is to make their client happy. I bet your boss can find someone to attend him at clubs and stuff. Just not me."
"Come on, Levi. At least think about it."
"Fine," I lied, because I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed. "Thanks for the drink."
"Yeah, any time."
The cold air helped clear my head. I was really confused about why Nate was so serious about finding this guy a perfect escort. Maybe his job was in danger or something?
Whatever the reason, I liked BDSM more than I wanted to. Which meant meeting a new client who wasn't even supposed to touch me wasn't going to lead anywhere good...