Chapter 29

JR Hollis, JR's son Paul - one of the bastards - West Lang and I met for an early breakfast before our tee time at 8am sharp. Yann and Sean were at the table with us.

Juan had taken Sean shopping for these occasions because his prior wardrobe consisted of two pairs of jeans and twenty-six t-shirts. Today, he was wearing a dress shirt and vest that with that faint British accent made him kind of elegant. Yann, on the other hand, had worn a silk tee, a sport coat and another pair of his circulation-stopping pants. Sean tried to have some decorum and behaved like a gentleman for the most part. He did his best to keep Yann from acting like an outright whore.

It should have annoyed me, but Yann's over-the-top sexual innuendos actually amused me. West and JR were definitely not amused. Poor young Paul had never seen a fag quite as open as Yann and spent most of the meal stunned. But for me it was like an over-excited puppy that wouldn't stay off the couch.

Still, when we headed for the carts, I made the boys stay at the club. "Go swim, or play tennis, or hell, drink martinis at the bar for all I care. Don't break anything and don't get me put out of the club." I gave them both a light kiss. "Behave. Oh, and Bunny, don't let Greedy be greedy."

Sean grinned. "I won't let him out of my sight, Boss."

We played the first hole without much conversation. At the second, however, just as I was lining up my shot, JR cleared his throat.

"So my wife was trying to get a handle on the guest list for some damn party and she wanted me to ask how many people you'd be bringing."

I figured someone would ask about the arrangement at some point. I stayed focused on my shot and actually landed the ball on the green before I looked at him. "Well, that kind of depends on what type of event it is."

"Maybe we should just cut to the chase, here, John." West moved to tee up his ball. "Which one are you banging?"

I looked at the two men. "What, you mean my staff? Which of my staff am I having hot, carnal, gay sex with?"

"John, please!" JR looked almost outraged. "The boy." He gestured to his son.

Paul was probably as gay as I was, but that was their issue. "JR, stop. His mother and your wife are not the same woman. Don't act like you don't like a good fuck now and then."

"You two mind?" West snapped. We were quiet long enough for him to swing. "Thank you. Now. I don't need details, I'm just damn curious how a guy like you winds up with four guys from a teenage boy band draping themselves all over you."

I chuckled as we walked to the cart and put in our clubs. "Actually, there are seven of them. But I'm only banging four."

"How in the hell?" JR shook his head.

"Must be my charm."