His Secret

7. Matías

CHAPTER SEVEN

MATíAS

“The new project manager is coming in this week,” Mr. Bryant, our HR rep, tells me. “He’s new to the area, and he and his wife are moving into their house as we speak. He should be in the office Friday to sign some paperwork.”

“Okay. I have three meetings Friday, but I’ll try to find time to introduce myself.”

Mr. Bryant looks at his watch. “It’s almost six-thirty. You heading out soon?”

“Yeah. Soon.”

“You work too much, you know. Take it from an old man; get some play time in there, too.”

“Coming from the old man who’s also still at work ninety minutes after we’re supposed to be gone?”

“I’m old,” he says with a shrug, running a hand through his white hair. “I’m telling you to learn from my mistakes.”

“I play plenty,” I say with a smirk. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Night, Peter.”

“Night, Matt. ”

It’s another thirty minutes before I leave the building, but when I do, I go straight home to shower and then I’m in my car again. I have an appointment I don’t want to be late for.

I drive forty-five minutes outside of South River, arriving in Wyndgrove. The Victorian mansion sits on the outskirts of town. I park in a lot half a block away, and walk up to the four story house, past the perfectly landscaped hedges until I round the corner and press the button at the gate.

“Name?”

“Matías Cruz.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cruz.”

The black wrought iron fence opens up and allows me to step in. At the small guard shack, I hand over my ID to get checked in.

I’m surrounded by lush gardens as I stroll up the pathway that leads to the wraparound porch, then I make my way through the exquisitely restored mansion from the 1800s.

While it definitely holds a lot of the old charm, it’s been upgraded with both opulence and lasciviousness. A sex club hidden behind a 19th century facade.

I ignore the people in the drawing room, who are all talking or drinking, and go straight for the stairs that’ll lead me to the third floor where I have a room reserved.

I’ve been a member of Summons House for five years, and I’ve always had fairly regular visits. Tonight, I’m seeing a guy I’ve known for several months, and hopefully he’s already ready for me.

When I open the door, I find him on his knees, wearing only a pair of briefs.

My lips quirk up into a grin as I close the door behind me.

“Waiting long?” I ask as I make my way around him, taking in his body .

“I’d wait as long as I needed to,” he replies, eyes trained on the door.

I give a hum of approval as I find myself back in front of him.

“It was a busy day. I apologize for the delay, but I’m here now.”

Christian’s eyes flicker up to my face. “Can I make you feel better?”

I step closer. “Let’s see.”