“I’m not paid to enjoy myself.” Seth muttered. Tilting his head, Seth blinked at Peter. “A bonus? What would that bonus be exactly?” He questioned. Seth didn’t want to seem too greedy, but he could use whatever he could get. Even if it wasn’t money. More than usual… Right. Seth recognized him. Around the club. He flushed, realizing that the male knew exactly what he could do and if he wanted to impress him, he’d have to try harder than normal. Nodding his head, Seth cleared his throat. “Right, well, I’ll head out and get started then.”
Peter held up his hands innocently. “Whatever you prefer.” he assured. “I don’t know. Maybe lunch or dinner?” he offered. He led the way to the back patio, opening the door to the music and decorations. “The DJ is just over there,” he pointed. “You’re free to get something to drink or anything if you want, though.”
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