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needing to ask what he wanted to drink, Bradford moved away and ordered and then joined him at the table. "I'm concerned to see you downstairs so soon. I hope you weren't disappointed by Noah."
    Tobias glared at him and pointedly stuffed his tie in the pocket of his dinner jacket. "This," he said vehemently, "is entirely your fault."
    Bradford looked stunned and was immediately apologetic.
    "Ah ... Tobias, I really thought he would be a good match for you. I apologize profusely. Your dinner will of course be on the house, and if there is anything I can do to remedy the situation, I am at your disposal." The poor man looked about ready to kiss Tobias' ass if that were what he wanted.
    Completely disgusted with himself, Tobias waved it off.
    "No, not that. You were entirely too correct, damn you." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm afraid I've done something rather foolish, Bradford," he admitted.
    Bradford looked puzzled. He raised his hand and called to one of the waiters. "Nikki! Where are our drinks? Ah, never mind, just bring two glasses and the damn bottle. Hurry up 42

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    now." He looked back at Tobias. "Nikki is new, I've taken him in hand for the time being."
    Tobias watched as Bradford leaned back in his chair and a timid-looking young man with unruly blond hair and enormous blue eyes set a bottle of scotch and two glasses in front of him. He started to kneel by Bradford, but Bradford waved him off. "That's all right; confidential conversation, pup, run along."
    Nikki was gone in an instant.
    After pouring them each a glass, Bradford took a sip, and looked at Tobias expectantly. "All right. I'll bite. Do I have a mess to clean up upstairs?"
    Tobias stared, not sure he could take so many shocks in an evening. "No! What do you take me for? He's all nicely asleep, tended to and tucked in. The mess is sitting across from you-you could have warned me, you know."
    Bradford regarded Tobias a moment and then burst into hearty laughter, loud enough to draw the attention of some of the men at the bar. Tobias sat uncomfortably, waiting for Bradford to be able to breathe again. "What sort of warning were you looking for, Tobias? I knew he'd break for you. I knew he would pique your interest." The man looked pleased with himself. "You don't pay to be warned, you pay for the experience. Besides, if I had warned you, you know very well you'd have passed him up."
    "Yes, well." Tobias picked up his glass and swallowed a healthy mouthful. "When one expects a pleasant night and walks away having been ... piqued into handing out a specific pager number, one tends to be a little unsettled." He looked 43

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    at his glass and sighed. "Oh, Bradford. He needs so much.
    He's lost and looking and ... Damn."
    "You gave him your pager?" Bradford looked shocked.
    "Well." He lifted his glass and sipped it slowly before speaking again. "Noah hasn't found what he's looking for in nearly two years of trying, Tobias. He's got a lot of depth and a lot of issues and he hasn't found anyone ... challenging enough.
    Two years of searching and practically begging me for someone to work with and not one Dom here has been able to satisfy him, despite reporting excellent experiences themselves. I was beginning to worry we'd lose his business before long and then, wonder of wonders, your name showed up on the reservation list."
    "Lovely," Tobias grumbled. "Just what I was looking for."
    He drank again, slower this time. "He's going to get hurt, Bradford," he said quietly. "He's ... He dislikes safe words, but I think it's more a matter of not knowing what his limits are, or how to push them. He needs to be taught. Don't get me wrong, he knows all the pretty tricks, almost too well. He lowers his eyes and acts the part perfectly, naturally. He gave it up to me for an orgasm, but he utterly lost it over a minor failure which he couldn't really have won. He