Tuesday, October 10th 7:30 PM
Grayson arrived at The Capital Grille fifteen minutes early, securing their usual corner booth and ordering a whiskey. The restaurant hummed with quiet power and dark wood, leather, the kind of establishment where deals were closed and secrets were kept. Where wealthy businesspeople congregated, not always the honest ones.
His Velvet Room phone sat heavy in his pocket. He'd resisted texting Red for the last few hours, wanting to save the anticipation for tonight. The promise he'd made… to call her, he might just tell her exactly what he planned for Friday night had his blood running hot every time he thought about it. Phone s*x. Something he hadn't done in years.
But first, Nate. His best friend since they were five, the man who'd stood beside him through e
