“What’s the joke?” Hunter poured more champagne into Xavier’s lifted glass.
“The same one you’d told Lance a few minutes ago,” Kyle said.
Hunter smirked. “What’s on your mind, Xavier?”
Xavier blinked from his thoughts, his eyes carrying to Hunter.
“Corinne,” Kyle answered.
“Have you spoken to her?”
Xavier gritted his teeth, his jaw flexing as he swallowed. “No.”
Hunter frowned. “When was the last time you heard from her?”
“Forty-eight hours ago.”
Hunter and Kyle glanced at each other as DeAndre spoke to Xavier.
“Do you usually go that long without hearing from one another?”
“When it’s an international flight. They’re the longest, so we have to deal with the wait, and then when she lands, the time difference causes us to miss each other.”
Lance strolled up. “That would drive me crazy.”
Xavier glanced at him and changed the subject.
“I want to do something to reconnect with her in a way that we’ve never done before.”
The men’s thick brows rose, and DeAndre sucked his teeth. “I’m super intrigued to know what that could entail.”
Hunter smirked. “Right… what’s higher than hang gliding?”
“Something adventurous but sexual.”
The men’s intrigue grew even further.
“I’m all ears,” DeAndre said.
“We all are,” Lance added.
Xavier cleared his throat. “I’ve heard about a place… The Den.”
Hunter rubbed his jaw. “That already sounds like one big orgy waiting to happen.”
Subtle laughter crooned around them, and Xavier swept his gaze around to make sure his parents—more specifically, his mother, wasn’t in hearing distance.
“From what I’ve gathered, it’s something like that but more discreet and intimate.”
“Give us more details,” Kyle said.
“The Den is a strip club. It is for women, but from my understanding, the background layer of the place is a sex club. Women go there to have their desires fulfilled.”
“Got damn,” Kyle cursed. “How did I not know about this?”
“It’s in Atlanta, Georgia, and it’s discreet.”
Lance grunted. “How discreet can it be if we’re hearing about it in Chicago?”