Mine (Club Sin 7)

“Because it is,” Ryder agreed with a bob of his head. “Just front the money for another business that’s in the same location as the club. To run it, pick someone from your club whom you trust, someone who doesn’t care if their lifestyle was revealed to the world. Then go from there.” He paused, clearly thinking hard, before continuing, “Hire good security for the club, especially any entrance to the dungeon, and use thermal fingerprint readers to ensure that only vetted members gain entrance into the club.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table and added, “Lastly, keep the dungeon’s door private—have the members enter through the main business, but then they’ll need to access a private area to enter the club. That way no one can capture pictures of them.” Amusement lightened his eyes. “I’d recommend hiring security known to work for politicians.”

“Why?” Dmitri asked.

Ryder grinned, displaying his deep dimples. “Because they will know how to ensure that dirty little secrets don’t get out. I have a team in Vegas that you could hire, if you’d like help getting started.”

“I would appreciate that,” Dmitri replied. “Thank you.”

Ryder gave a nod of acknowledgment.

Dmitri started running through a list of individuals who might be interested in such a venture with him. An idea began to form, one that made his smile feel more honest than it had in days. “I think I might know how to make this work.”

“Good. Keep us updated on how things go,” Micah said, rising from his seat. “You know we will help in any way we can.”

That was why Dmitri respected these men. They were top-notch Dominants who didn’t rule with intimidation, but dominated through respect and admiration. Much like Dmitri did at Club Sin.

Micah glanced at his watch. “It’s nearly dinner. How about we grab something before you fly back to Vegas?”

Darius grinned. “And to see if there are any business opportunities available with that casino of yours. It’s doing well, I hear.”

“This last quarter was exceptional.” Dmitri fought back his desire to get back to Presley as quickly as possible; he couldn’t insult these men. He owed them some of his time. “Dinner sounds great.”

Ryder’s smile turned devilish. “You mentioned a submissive of yours. Have you gone official?”

Dmitri nodded. “I have. Her name is Presley Flynn.”

“Wouldn’t have expected you to become locked down.” Darius came around the table to give Dmitri a manly smack on the back. “Good for you.”

Dmitri glanced around at the hands of the men, then mused, “Since I don’t see any rings on your fingers, I take it that you’re all still the famous four bachelors of San Francisco?”

“Stupid fucking magazines,” Ryder bit out, pushing in his chair under the table. “You think they would have something better to print.”

Gabe gave a brazen grin. “I enjoy the fan mail.”

“Of course you do.” Darius moved to the door with a steady gait and turned to Gabe when he reached the door. “You spend a half an hour in the mirror every morning.”

“And never go home to an empty bed.” Gabe smirked.

Masculine laughter filled the room as Micah opened the door. “Believe me, Dmitri, committed relationships aren’t our thing.”

“Right. What did I read in that magazine…?” Dmitri paused for dramatic effect. “San Francisco’s four eligible bachelors are nothing more than playboys who leave broken hearts in their wake.”

“Please,” Gabe said with a snort. “I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied.”

Darius rolled his eyes, striding toward Dmitri. “It’s amazing when those trashy magazines actually get something right.”

“They are a pain in my ass,” Ryder put in, exiting into the hallway. “It’s my job to stay under the radar.”

Dmitri gave a nod of understanding. He’d rather hate that exposure himself. As he followed Ryder out of the conference room, he recalled a time when he had been like these men, living on the edge and playing with as many women as he could. Now there was only one woman on his mind and in his heart.

He missed Presley. Deeply.

The sound of someone clearing his throat drew Dmitri back from his thoughts. He realized that all the Dominants’ eyes were on him.

Micah chortled. “Now, that looks like a man in love.”

Dmitri smacked Micah’s back. “You think you’ve got it good now. Just wait until a woman drops you onto your knees.”

“Not in this lifetime.” Micah arched a defiant brow. “Locked down is not for me.”