Like Michael, Patrick had on his leathers, but he was also wearing a black t-shirt that clung to his muscles. Whenever Lexie’s brother Jake came to the club, to hang out with his friends, Patrick’s shirt would go on Lexie and he’d stay bare-chested. So far it was a system which seemed to work pretty well. The other guys in the group all thought of Lexie as a little sister, but they’d become used to seeing her naked around the club. Obviously, as Lexie’s real sibling, she and Jake both preferred her clothed when he was there.

“What would you think of making Marquis twenty four hours on weekends?” Michael asked. Patrick’s eyebrows rose as he leaned back in his chair, running his free hand over the five o’clock shadow on his chin, while Lexie blinked, looking interested in the idea. “We could set up the private rooms so they came as a pair; a playroom connected to a bedroom by an adjoining door. It would take a little more work, but the way the offices were originally set up, I think we could probably get the plumbing set out pretty easily to have a bathroom connected to each room as well. With all the interest in Marquis, the cost of the memberships would cover the extra staff hours, especially if some of the staff wanted to trade time working for time in the private rooms.

“We’ll have to go over numbers, but at first glance I like it,” Patrick said, nodding his head. His hand came down to rest on his desk, fingers tapping as he thought it through. “It definitely gives Marquis more of the high-end feel that we’re going for, to have an overnight option. We include overnights for the full-members of Marquis and have non-full members pay for special occasions...”

“Not having to go home right after a scene would be a big draw,” Lexie chimed in. “You might need to limit the amount of nights a member can stay per month. Or some kind of system where they can request a second night and as long as there’s a room open, it’s theirs.”

“Good point,” Michael said. “There will definitely be some bugs to work out, but I think it would be worthwhile.”

Patrick gave Lexie’s hair a little tug. “Go grab the floor design from the file cabinet, please, Pixie. Let’s look it over and see what we can come up with.”

Feeling incredibly pleased, Michael ran his fingers through his own hair, pushing it away from his face before scooting his chair closer to Patrick’s desk. Sure, he’d added more work to his plate, but he really did think it would pay off. It was the kind of thing which would appeal to a lot of the club members for all sorts of reasons - privacy, convenience, special occasions.