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with
another Sub, it’s expected they say so before enticing another Sub with promises.
I’m sorry, Patti. I can see you liked him.”
    Patti
slumped and let go of Joanne’s hand. “I’ve never seen him before. A model? He is gorgeous … I-I need to go home, Joanne. Thank
you for telling me.” So
much for him needing fidelity. So much for his declarations in the park. Patti’s
head ached with the impact of sorrow at Cameron’s duplicity. He lied and that’s against the rules, too,
and … and it’s just so mean.
    She
slid off the stool, holding onto the bar counter for support. Her sadness
lodged in her stomach and made her nauseous. The tears that had threatened
flowed down her face as she left the club. I
really wanted him. I needed him. I still need him.
    Patti
stumbled to her car in the lot behind The Club. She gave in to the
disappointment about Cameron and sobbed for a few moments as she sat behind the
wheel. Did I misunderstand him? No, he
lied to me.
    She
drove home totally dispirited.
    ****
    Cameron
was running late. He’d dropped some dry cleaning he’d picked up for Blake at
his brother’s apartment, a block away from The Club. They took it in turns to
help each other out. It was the only way for both of them to run their business
and deal with domestic things and their extra jobs.
    He
stormed into the car park entrance as Patti took the exit on the other side of
the lot.
    Cameron
hurried into The Club. He hadn’t arranged an exact time to meet Patti, but about
eight was a respectable time to show up, on a Sunday evening. His eyes adjusted
quickly to the dim lighting and he searched the room for Patti. Good, she hasn’t arrived yet. He walked
over to a couch. It was situated just right so that he could watch both the
entrance to the room, and the dancers who swayed exotically in time to the
dance music pulsing through the speakers.
    He
watched the display of sensuality for what felt like a long time before he
walked over to the bar. A bartender approached him. Cameron remembered her from
when he used to frequent The Club previously. “Hi, Adele … black coffee,
thanks.”
    She
smiled at him. “Not seen you in a while, Cameron. Coffee
coming up.”
    Cameron
watched idly as she poured from the jug and brought his cup of coffee over. He
took out his cell phone to check the time. He thanked Adele for the coffee and absently
turned the cup around on the saucer a couple of times as she went off to serve
another customer. Where is Patti?
    It
was nearly nine and he gazed around the room, wondering if he’d missed her in
the gloom. He drank his coffee and fretted.
    The
bartender who’d served him the night he met Patti walked over to refill his
cup.
    Cameron
shook his head. “No thanks. Hey, I guess you haven’t noticed the girl I was
with a few nights ago, in The Club, tonight? A small, pretty, blonde girl …
maybe you know her—Patti.”
    The
bartender nodded as he answered. “I know her. She was here earlier. Hard to
miss … I served her iced water. She was talking with a friend and then she
left.”
    Cameron
frowned, a twinge of jealously startling him. “A woman
friend?”
    The
bartender nodded his answer on his way to serve at the other end of the bar. “Yeah, a woman.”
    Puzzled,
Cameron ran his hand through his hair. Why had she left The Club? How could he
find out her cell number? He looked over at the couch where two of the senior
Masters sat talking. Would they consider checking her file for him?
    Cameron
sighed. He knew they wouldn’t. If members exchanged home information then that
was their business … but The Club wouldn’t give any out. Agitated, he stood up
and stalked around the perimeter of the room considering all the different
scenarios for Patti leaving without meeting him. After the way she’d responded
to him, and looked at him the last
time they’d been together he couldn’t understand it. At eleven-thirty, he
finally accepted she wasn’t coming back to meet him.