Chapter Six
A Completely Different Person
I walked directly through the bar without saying hello to my staff, leaving the scent of s*x and sweat behind me, and opened the door to The Voyeur at four minutes after six. Jason was at the front waiting for me.
“What happened, Mr. Wilson? We’re late to open,” he said.
“I was unavoidably delayed,” I answered.
There was already a throng of gentleman waiting to get in, thirsty for a cold drink and visual stimulation. They filed into the narrow passageway. I went directly to my station behind the bar and let the hostess and waitresses take over. I sprayed myself with a bottle of cologne I kept beneath the bar to cover the pungent musky odor of raw s*x. I noticed Anne-Marie had made it out to the floor and was saying hello to the other waitress
