Roses are Red... (Race/ Bearon)

[ode]

The dinner was set up grandly, the food butter in your mouth and the light soft and seductive. Race was hoping everything went as planned so they could take his private elevator upstairs.

[praiseofblood]

Bearon blinked and looked about. "This is a very nice set up, Mr. Race." He said as they sat down to eat. "So, what will my duties entail?" he asked, placing a pair of glasses on his nose.

[ode]

"I need daily flowers in all the hallways and dining rooms of my casino," he said, geetting the business out of the way. "Fresh flowers give the place a real feel and an innocent look. At times you will be called upon to create flower arrangements for our guests. But that is basically it."

[praiseofblood]

Bearon nodded. For an order that big, he may need to pull from his other greenhouse. "That sounds pretty doable."

[ode]

"Wonderfull. And now that business is concluded. I have another proposition for you," he said, leaning forward a bit."

[praiseofblood]

Bearon blinked, staring at the man. "How may I help you?"

[ode]

"I want you in my bed. Tonight. Fuck, right now," he said, licking his lips. (brb)

[praiseofblood]

Bearon blinked. "I'm sorry, but, I am not that kind of man. Though you are beautiful."

[ode]

Race was taken aback. He'd been called a lot of things - charming, sexy to state a fe, but never beautiful - pushing that away, he narrowed his eyes. "I don't think you understand. I said I want you to fuck me and I, Mr. Prynne, ALWAYS get what I want."

[praiseofblood]

Bearon sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Race, but not today." he said, standing.

[ode]

"Bruno!" Race called, never once taking his eyes off if Bearon. A large man came in. "Escort Mr. Prynne out." he said.

The man, directed Bearon to the door. Waiting for the man to proceed him, he injected a small needle into his neck and caught large man before he fell to the floor.

"Have him tied to my bed immediately," Race said, not batting an eyelash.

[praiseofblood]

Bearon didn't know what to do when he woke, tied to a strange bed. "What?"

[ode]

Bruno had stripped the man and Race was currently sitting in the bedside chair looking over the man's masculine form.

[praiseofblood]

Bearon was even more confused to find himself nude. "What--what the hell?"he asked, frowning.

[ode]

"I told you I always get what I want," Race said, standing and untying his robe. It fell to the floor, revealing his very nude form.