a desperate act, when she might show at The Club
at any time.
Blake
leaned across the table. “What’s going on, Cam? You haven’t heard a word I’ve
said and you’ve been bizarre at work all week.”
If
his brother hadn’t moved forward and caught his attention, Cameron might not
have heard that, but he did. Agonized by his inability to forget Patti, he
shook his head as he spoke. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I met a girl, a
Sub, at The Club more than a week ago, and I really like her. We had a great
time together. I felt something special, something I’ve wanted for a long time
now. I thought she did, too. Maybe I was wrong. I can’t stop thinking about her
and because she just abruptly stood me up, and hasn’t been seen since, well,
not by me anyway, I’m beginning to worry that something’s happened to her.” He
shrugged apologetically feeling a little stupid for being so into a girl so
quickly.
Blake
stared at him for a few moments. “What’s her name?”
“Patti.
She’s small, slender, so pretty, brown eyes and has her blonde hair cut in a
style that’s sort of thick at the back, and longer at the front.”
Blake
laughed. “Good description. I’ve seen her I reckon, but not recently and not up
close. Since I met Amanda, we’ve been … private, I guess is the word. Don’t be
ashamed of caring, Cam. I love Amanda. Have you asked around at The Club if
anyone’s seen her?”
Cameron
picked up his fork and used the ornate handle to trace a line up and down the
tablecloth. “I know it’s ridiculous since I saw her twice, but I think I fell
in love with her. If only I just knew what happened.” He sighed and leaned back
from the table to let the server place his plate of food in front of him.
Blake
waited until the waiter had left them.
“I’ll
make some inquiries. Someone must know something.”
Cameron
gave him a misty smile.
They’d
always been close and supportive of each other. Blake was the one man Cameron
would go into a ménage with when the Sub wanted two guys. They knew there would
be no sexual contact with each other and understood how each other operated. It
was only right to give a Sub the best attention possible. Although they had gay
friends among their circles, they were completely heterosexual and loved women
if the truth was told, hence their shared sensual approach to dominance. Once,
they’d talked about why they’d veered toward the lifestyle and were Dom
material. Blake had nailed it when he said it was because they loved women and felt
needed cherishing a sub, knowing that to be wanted was what a sub needed.
Cameron
knew there were other reasons for men choosing a Dom lifestyle or women a
Mistress preference, but he was happy with Blake’s assertion.
He
cut his steak up and pushed around his potatoes.
“Eat
your dinner. Cheer the fuck up. We’ll find her, I promise.” Blake shot him a
grin.
Cameron
tasted the steak. Beautifully cooked, it melted in his mouth, great because he
was hungry after a week of picking at his food. “Are you going tonight?”
Blake
swallowed his mouthful of food. “To The Club? I wasn’t
going. Amanda is away this weekend for work, but let’s go .
We’ll have a drink, watch the lovely people doing delicious things, and try to
find out where Patti is.”
Cameron
grinned. “Thanks, Blake.”
“Now
you’re actually listening, I was telling you about my new modeling assignment.
I’m off to Hawaii for a shoot on Thursday, so I’ve arranged for Tom to do extra
shifts this weekend. I’ll be back Monday morning. ”
“Lucky
you, even though the river is great I’d like to get to the ocean this summer
sometime.”
The
brothers finished their meal and left the steak house to go to The Club.
Cameron
allowed himself to hope that because it was Saturday night, Patti would be
there. He raked the main room with an optimistic gaze and then hung around at
the bar for a time as Blake asked around, fruitlessly––no