Changeling Series Spotlight: ·Faster Bobcat by Julia Talbot (Excerpt from Silver Fox — Faster Bobcat 3)
Silver Fox (Faster Bobcat 3)
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Copyright ©2017 Julia Talbot
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Noah watched the golden-skinned, stunningly beautiful dancer gyrate before him. Lovely. Truly. In fact, the lad was going all out for a tip, lying back on the table and grinding up à la Beyoncé in that video with Shakira. Boom.
He should be entranced. The kid was exactly his usual type. Barely legal. A little desperate. So, why was he so bored?
He sighed, tapping out by tucking a hundred in the kid’s skimpy waistband. “Can you get someone to bring me a vodka and tonic, please?”
“Sure.” The kid jumped up, wide-eyed, and no doubt he thought he’d done something wrong. He hadn’t. It was totally Noah.
Ever since he’d sold his software business and “retired” at age thirty, he’d been down in the dumps. Oh, he knew that was it, knew he was bored and feeling useless, despite the millions in the bank. The problem was, he didn’t know how to snap out of it. None of his usual distractions were working: food, sex, camping. None of it.
So. He cast about Faster Bobcat, looking for something, anything, that might catch his interest.
His attention settled on a man sitting at the bar, head thrown back, laughing at something one of the bartenders had said. The tanned length of his throat worked when he swallowed, and Noah was utterly captured. Not his type at all. Not one bit, not with the gray hair and clipped gray beard and lined face.
Noah wanted him with a sudden, deep need.
The dancer returned with his drink. “Here you are, sir.”
“Thank you. Do you know who that man is?” He tried not to be obvious when he indicated the man.
“That’s Ty’s cousin. Ty the bartender? He’d the one right across the bar. He made your drink.”
“Cool, but I’m only interested in the cousin.”
“His name is Toland.”
“Thank you.” He handed the lad another twenty for the drink and information.
The kid’s eyes lit up. “Thank you again, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Buy Toland another drink on me?” He held out another twenty.
He watched closely as the dancer moved to the bar, leaning to whisper to Ty, the bartender on duty at this end of the bar. He glanced at Noah, raising an eyebrow, but then made a drink, something relatively complicated, from the looks of it.
When Ty presented it to his cousin, he gestured at Noah. He felt glued to the spot when those green eyes landed on him, as if he’d been waiting for a year to get this man’s attention instead of less than five minutes.
One bushy white eyebrow rose, and Toland stepped off his barstool, grabbing his drink before moving through the club to stand in front of Noah. “Thank you for the drink.”
“You’re welcome.” Up close he saw Toland was five, ten at the most, years older than he was. The gray had to be premature. Those green eyes sparkled, making him breathless.
“May I?” Toland waved at a chair, and he nodded, watching that long-limbed, well-muscled body move.
“Absolutely.” Suddenly he wasn’t bored. In fact, he was very much engaged. Toland’s hands fascinated him, brown and scarred as they were.
“Thank you. So, why did you buy me a drink instead of tipping more hot dancers?”
“Because you interested me. I suffer from retirement ennui, I think.”
“You’re retired?” Both those eyebrows went up now.
“Well, I sold my tech company. I’ve been unemployed for a bit.”
“Ah.” Toland sat back, toying with the rim of his glass, running his fingers around it. “At loose ends. I see. That makes all of your usual distractions seem commonplace in time.”
“Exactly.” He chewed his lower lip. “Does that make me a shitty person?”
“No. It makes you a normal guy.”
“Oh, good.” Add to it that he was half mountain lion, and well, he was destined to be unsatisfied. He was a cat…
Toland’s nose twitched, nostrils flaring. “What kind of cat?”
“Pardon?” It was almost as if Toland had heard his thought, but that was impossible.
“I can smell the musk on you, honey. What kind of cat?”
“Oh, I’m the foxiest fox you’ll ever know.” Toland bared his white, even teeth.
“No kidding?” A silver fox. Heh. He glanced over at the bar, where the cousin was slinging drinks. “I didn’t know Katia hired anything but cats. I mean, just in a purely observational way.”
“The doorman is a bear.” Toland shrugged. “Is me being a fox a deal breaker?”
“God, no.” No, that added an air of danger to this meeting, in fact. Cats and dogs.
“Oh, good.” Toland leaned forward, the spicy scent of his cologne making Noah’s mouth water. “I’m not bored. Are you?”
“No.” No, he was hard as a rock under the tiny cocktail table, hot and bothered.
“You want to go somewhere?”
God, he loved that Toland was on the same page he was. “Yes. Please.”
“Mmm. I like the sound of that. You beg well.”
Noah blinked. No, he was never the one to beg. What was going on? He panted a little, which was a kitty stress reaction the human couldn’t hide.
“Shhh.” Toland reached out to stroke the back of his hand. “It’s okay, kit. Never anything you don’t like.”
“I — sorry. Sorry. You have an amazing effect on me. That’s all.”
“No need to apologize for that.” Toland turned over his hand, then took it firmly in his. “Come on, huh? We can just talk about why you’re so bored, if nothing else.”
“Okay.” He took one deep breath, then another. What the hell was wrong with him? He was old enough to know better, and he’d played more sexual games than guys twice his age…