“Taking advantage of our services so soon after your return.”

He sat down across from her. These private rooms were big and luxurious—cushioned seats, spacious table, a buzzer to summon a waiter should they want anything. There was also a window on one side that looked out over the dance floor, but Weiran imagined it was tinted so that no one on the lower floor would be able to see in. “Do we need to make small talk?” This version of “Liu Xingyu” was impatient not because Zhang Weiran was but because an impatient fu’erdai was both realistic and harder to question.

“No, we don’t. Do you know how this works?”

Prying for information here would be suspicious. He would have other chances. “Do I need to?”

That amused her. “Not necessarily.”

“Then we can skip the formalities. Can you get me someone or not?”

“I can get you whatever you want. What would you like?”

“Someone discreet.”

She seemed to understand what he was getting at. “Man or woman?”

“Man. And you can guarantee I won’t catch anything from him, right?”

“We test everyone regularly. When do you want him?”

“How soon can you get someone?”

“I can have someone for you in five minutes, if you would like.”

He considered it. “Tonight. A hotel.”

“Very well.” She pulled a notebook from her pocket, wrote something down. “Here’s the address. Check in with the name ‘Ni Chaoshe’ at ten o’clock and they’ll send you to the right room.”

He took the paper. “Will my parents hear about this?”

“Not unless they specifically ask about it.”

“Fine. Is there anything else you need from me?”

She shook her head.

“Liu Xingyu” took his drink and left.

“YOU KNOW, MY son is quite enamored with you.”

Xiaokai, in the middle of pulling black lace socks up to his thighs, hid his disgust behind an easy smile. “Are you trying to get at something?”

“No. I was just thinking…we have the same taste.”

Gross. Xiaokai fastened the socks onto their garters and bent to find the dress he’d brought. When they first began these appointments between the two of them, Xiaokai was instructed to already be dressed in the cute little dresses and thigh-highs that Chen Jun preferred; now, Chen Jun liked to also watch Xiaokai change into these clothes. Xiaokai suspected he got off on seeing Xiaokai go from the day-to-day business-savvy self to the little whore that would do anything he asked. It was something to do with control, with domination, with conquering.

He put the dress on first—short, lacy, just long enough to cover everything important and just short enough to get Chen Jun’s dick wet. Then he ruffled his hands through his hair. “Makeup today?”