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down. Please let me down.” Oliver whispered the words with gut-clawing urgency. If Josh was even a little uncertain, then there was no hope of this ending well. He closed his eyes and prayed he would listen before Beth came. “Not like this.”
    Josh made quick work of the buckles and in less than a minute Oliver was free. “Thanks.”
    “Hey!” Beth poked her head around the door. “There you two are. I was wondering where the hell you’d gone.”
    Josh winked at her. “I asked Ollie to help me out with something. I think this room is set.”
    Oliver couldn’t hear any more. Couldn’t be in the same room as the two of them while they bantered around him. Couldn’t stand to hear Mallory’s pet name for him on Josh’s lips. “Sorry, I’ve got to go get that beer.”
    “Oliver?”
    But he didn’t stop. Pushing past Beth, he made his way to the bathroom, fully intending to get rid of his now-painful erection.

Chapter Four
    Mr. Caruthers and Mr. Lewis trailed along behind Josh like shadows. They spent the better part of the afternoon discussing Josh’s business plan and exactly how he planned to use their money. They were pointed in their discussion, asking a lot of detailed heavy questions that thankfully he’d anticipated. That late-night strategy session on the phone with his dad had paid off. Josh was confident he’d presented himself as not only business savvy, but agile in the club market. The only thing they had left to get through was the clincher event.
    They still had the pajama party to attend. A chance to see Mavericks in action.
    He took them to his office after enjoying a wonderful meal at Mirabella’s across the street. While the club regulars started filing in and the party truly got underway, Josh continued their conversation over an expensive bottle of whiskey. Beth and Oliver were downstairs ensuring everything was going smoothly. The dungeon monitors had been well trained, and he had no doubt the regulars would put on quite the performance, given the excitement in the air.
    He would have said everything was going perfectly, but he didn’t want to jinx the night.
    “And this is an annual event?” Lewis stretched back in his chair, his whiskey glass resting on the arm. “I have to say an X-rated pajama party is a new one on me.”
    “My wife would certainly be interested in attending something like this.” Caruthers chuckled and downed the last of his glass. “I hope we won’t be stopping you from enjoying yourself tonight, Mr. Scott.”
    “Not at all. While I’m here most nights, I don’t participate in the events the way the members do. I feel it’s important to keep an air of mystery, along with a measure of control, when I’m working. These special nights are for them.”
    Caruthers nodded, toying with the edge of his glass. “That’s good to hear. I want to know that this isn’t a game you’ve been playing. What you’re asking for represents a significant investment.”
    Josh leaned forward, his forearms resting on his knees. “It is, and I appreciate your hesitation. Mavericks is more than a sex club. It’s become a haven for many of my members to be themselves when they may not be able to in their daily lives. The money would be used to guarantee that the new location will have adequate staff to ensure member safety, new security measures, new equipment, all the things they need while they are there.”
    Lewis mirrored Josh’s stance. “And your membership is stable? Will you be able to get enough of a clientele in Montreal?”
    Josh knew the next few moments would make or break the possibility of this investment going forward. “We’re very selective about who we let in. As you can appreciate, not everyone understands or accepts this sort of establishment. But we’ve seen an increase in our applications of at least ten percent over the past five years. While a new club would need time to grow, we have a reputation for giving people what they want.