A Gentleman's Club

Later That Day

Victor

She took her sweet time.

I was already dressed—black shirt, white slacks, black shoes, nothing overdone, but clean. Classic. I sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, scrolling through my phone without actually seeing anything on the screen. I was trying not to think about Hazel’s dress.

She’d been teasing it all morning, saying it was “a little red,” and “a little tight,”