Meet-cute, IMP style!
Straightening up, Darien rolled his shoulders. Abusing someone who gave you their full trust pissed him off. It gave the lifestyle a bad name. This guy couldn’t be any older than twenty.
“Hey, red, I’m talking to you.”
The man’s startling blue-green eyes shot to his. Stepping back from the balustrade, his eyes didn’t leave Darien. He rocked back and forth as if debating whether to run or throw himself at Darien. The second option held far more appeal if there hadn’t been a dozen people within shouting distance. At least he’d get to see to the sub’s injuries.
“I’m not going to hurt you, but someone has, haven’t they?”
The youngster swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing on his bruised throat. “You, you can see me?”
Darien frowned. “Should I not be able to?”
“But you… you’re black.” The guy seemed genuinely amazed. Darien hadn’t experienced overt racism other than being stopped by traffic cops for a long time, but this amused him more than it pissed him off.
“And you’re ginger. Guess it sucks to be you. Now, about those bruises?”
The costumed man licked his lips, almost vibrating with tension. “Why are you here? Who are you working for?”
“Strange as it may seem, I’m here for the auction, and I work for my family business.”
The man’s head tilted. “As what?”
Darien folded his arms, enjoying the interaction. “Are you usually this nosy?”
A grin that tugged directly on Darien’s cock appeared. This guy wasn’t the on-the-floor submissive he’d assumed.
“Oh, yes. I want to know everything about you. Including the noise you make when you spill.”
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