He almost missed the first part but nodded at the rest. “The dog will be fine with me, go shmoose up rich bitches and sugar daddies, maybe you can get us some business.”
Galvin turned a faint shade of red. “I am not Leslie. Galvin is too vanilla for your club.”
He grinned “Not even a rumor? What a shame Galvin pyce”
He smirked and kissed him. “Nothing that would get back to my parents. It is not just my sanctuary, think of the girls.”
Humming he took the kiss and the excuse though he waited for pyce to find his pants before pulling him back close, “It isn't too late to play hooky after all.”
The grab was a temptation he could not afford. His mind was saying yes to the devil. “... I have to pretend at some point.” He tried to push away.
If he had both arms he would have already had Pyce on the floor against the back of the drivers' seat but as it stood he only had whit to catch the man in his snare. “Traffic was bad, there was some idiot broke down in the middle of vine and all the rubber necking backed up every thing for an hour while the y got it sorted, you fell asleep and didn't wake up in time, it was special 'hunter business' hell, you just couldnt turn down a good fuck from your employer.”
“Getting fucked does not sound acceptable.” He could not help giving the another kiss. “Next time if he donates to the foundation I am sure my parents wont care.”
The grin stretched out to absurd proportions. "You were in a meeting with a sympathetic Gagarin and have negotiated ten thousand for their event, it is legit and they can't bitch that you wasted your time."
"What?" Galvin replied.
"You were raising money for the charity and time slipped past you, it was no ones fault bu you got the donation. Ten thousand dollars."
It was both Genius and insulting and positively reeked of Ambrosia. He could not help himself as an brow rose. "Am I only worth that much to you? And here I am dancing my buns off in your club for you." He moved to slide away from the other finding his abandoned bow tie.