I closed my eyes. I really enjoyed this feeling.
It was warming to someone who’d only ever been cold.
I hadn’t known anything other than the cold until the first time he touched me.25CutSince the first event, I’d gotten so many different looks from Cheyenne. Perplexion. Vulnerability. Hilarity. Sexiness. Freeing. But this one was different again. She felt serene, almost peaceful. I’d never seen her like this, and I wanted to help in any way I could.
I had to help, it was just what I was going to be feeling with her.
I was not that guy. Never had been. I let Chad use me, but that’s because I loved him. He was my brother, but even Chad never brought this reaction out of me. My family, my own brothers, none of them. It was different with Cheyenne. It was all different, and I was starting to realize that I wasn’t just seeing her in a different light, I was starting to see everything in a different light. Not better. Not worse. Just different. There was more texture, more colors, more depth.
Also, I needed to be real with myself. This was rocking me to my core a bit.
“Oh, wow.”
Cheyenne sat up, seeing how far the line to get into Bresko’s was. It extended at least a full mile, if not more.
I drove past. The line was in a third lane that we got special approval to get put out here.
I said, “I was in on some of the planning.” I gestured around us because Bresko’s was in the middle of nowhere for a reason. “We own all of this land. Did this on purpose because we knew the parking lot wait would be a lot.”
“Why do that, though? So people have to wait in their vehicles.”
“Makes it more exclusive. That was the thinking behind it. Also, if you’re driving to the club with friends, there’s the idea that you’re already having a pre-game in your vehicle before you even get to the club. We wanted to build on that.”
She was listening, her eyes thoughtful. “It’s just different. People can’t come off the streets or hop out of a cab to enjoy what this place offers.”
“Exactly. If they’re coming to Beskso’s, they’re committed for a full night, or they’ve got some serious cash, or they’re determined enough to get inside. There’s also some serious poker games in the basement going on. Those last till the mornings, usually. And there’s some VIP rooms that are always booked. They’re full every night.”
“For celebrities like you?”
My mouth twitched at that. I knew I was a celebrity, but I never felt like one. “You’d be surprised how many celebrities have a house in the area.”
We were coming to the turn off and I hit the signal, but eased to a stop. One of the parking attendants approached the vehicle.
“Mr. Ryder. I didn’t know that was you.”
“Hey, George. How’s the night so far?”
“It’s good. It’s good, sir.” He lifted his radio. “I’ll call you up.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, man.”
“Of course, sir.” The attendant moved his head to see Cheyenne. “Miss.”
I raised the window again, and Cheyenne laughed. “Miss. I thought I was going to be a ‘ma’am’.”
We eased forward. We still had two lanes to head up, but one lane was taken up by those waiting in line to get inside. We had it looped so two lanes went up, around, and we had two lanes heading out. The two ways never crossed over each other. When people left Bresko’s, they headed to the east. People had to come from the west to get into Bresko’s. It helped cut down on the traffic and smoothed out the overall experience.
George called ahead for us, so when I pulled up, we wouldn’t have to go through another attendant. (Which was the situation for everyone as there were three main checkpoints along the way.) We’d get clocked, then waved through, and there’d be a slot right at the door ready for us.
“Is that usual for an investor to know a worker’s name?”
I shook my head, going into the first roundabout. “No, but the owners give a fuck about who works for them. They wanted loyal workers, so they treat them right, and the hope is that the workers will be loyal back. It was a mission I liked and why I bought in. George has been with Bresko’s since the beginning.”
I felt her gaze on me the rest of the way, and then wheeled into the slot that was left open for us.
“Mr. Ryder.”
I nodded to Juan this time and started around the truck. Henry and Penny were on the sidewalk as Cheyenne was getting out. Henry at the door, and Penny waiting with a drink in hand already. I didn’t greet them by name, but they knew I knew them, and each gave me a smile and nod.