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here.”
    “I can vouch for him.”
    They both faced Tac as he came down the stairs. Black leather pants encased long legs. A tight shirt clung to the contours of his sculpted torso. He was attractive and he moved and spoke with arrogance. The confidence fit him. Brett knew the type well from his business. Hell, he was that type too.
    Tac smiled, seemed to accept that Rowan was with another man.
    He stopped in front of Rowan. “I left a bottle of my best wine in the room for your friend.” A mischievous smile curled the man’s lips. “Nice.” He ran a knuckle over the chains in the harness. Rowan’s hands clenched at his sides.
    Brett stepped forward. “We met last night.” In an uncomfortable exchange. Tension crackled between Rowan and Tac. Maybe he was just a distraction for Rowan, a way to make Tac jealous.
    Tac stepped past Rowan and clasped Brett’s hand between his palms. A wave of sexual awareness slammed into his gut. His mind dizzied and he swayed slightly on the stair. The alcohol must be hitting me hard. Or perhaps it was because he hadn’t had dinner.
    “No!” In the fog of his mind, he heard Rowan. “You promised not to get involved. It’s enough you’re in my head.”
    “I don’t understand your anger with me.” Tac’s seductive voice flowed like honey through the thickened air around him. “But I do understand the fascination.”
    Warmth seeped into Brett’s crotch. Tac licked his lip, staring at Brett’s mouth. He reached toward Brett and Brett leaned closer.
    “Not tonight.” Rowan’s arm snaked out and grasped Tac’s shoulder.
    Danger glinted in the man’s eyes as he narrowed his stare on Rowan. “I haven’t forgotten our agreement.”
    Tac wrapped his fingers around the nape of Rowan’s neck and pulled him into his kiss. Lips touched. Mouths opened and breath mingled. “One kiss.”
    Rowan inhaled sharply. As if unable to control the hunger, he sank into Tac. Tongues thrust against each other in wild fury. Tac fisted his fingers in Rowan’s hair and crushed their groins together. Brett sagged against the wall, cock hard and heart thundering. He gasped a breath.
    If he were able to move, he wouldn’t. The mesmerizing kiss stirred him, sending a scorching wave of heat over him. An unfamiliar sensation sizzled on his skin. His veins surged with blood.
    He gaped at Tac. His eyes were open, blood red as he kissed Rowan. “Holy shit.”
    Rowan erupted, shoving hard against Tac’s chest. “Tac! No!”
    His eyes slowly cleared.
    “I’ll find you later,” Rowan said. “I promise.”
    “I don’t think this is a good idea,” Brett said.
    Rowan snapped his gaze away from Tac. “Please, don’t go. I can explain.”
    The feral, growling man with red eyes now seemed in complete control. “Excuse me.” He pushed past, refusing to look at Brett.
    “Is he on something?”
    “Huh?”
    “Drugs? Rowan, that isn’t normal behavior.”
    “It is for Tac.” He started up the stairs. “And no, he isn’t on drugs, more like he is one,” he said a bit quieter. He glanced over his shoulder. “Are you coming?” He continued stalking up the stairs, muttering under his breath.
    The exchange dampened the mood but Brett still followed. This was sex. He didn’t need to become involved in whatever problems Tac and Rowan had. Their problems were just that—theirs.
    But his gut still churned. Tonight shouldn’t be heavy with baggage. The run-in with Tac had changed the mood. Not tonight.
    With two long strides, he closed the distance between them. At the top of the stairs, phallic-shaped sconces lit a long hallway. Rowan strode to the third door. Silver Showers. “I hope the room isn’t some spin-off of a golden shower.”
    Rowan laughed, entered a code and buzzed them in. “Not quite.” He swung the door open wide.
    Brett made bank. He understood high finance and he looked at closing a deal as an art form. And while Karen had always worried about image, for Brett, money meant