Erik shrugged, headed to her office, shutting the thick door and taking a moment to wallow in the silence her acoustically insulated office gave her. After plopping onto her desk chair, she pulled open her bottom left drawer and pulled out her prize possession, a bottle of twenty-year old Glenfiddich whiskey. A gift from her father when she assumed control of the club. His words of advice – Drink it wisely.
She stroked her hand down the front of the bottle. The glass cool against her fingertips. Being the owner/manager of a drag queen club had its share of up moments, but it sorely crushed her potential for a love life. She practically lived at the club and most of the patrons who visited were gay. Not leaving much of a dating pool for her to select from. For the first three or four months, she reveled in the solitude; however a girl gets itches, which need to be scratched.
She opened the bottle and inhaled, letting the fragrance fill her. Listening to the liquid splash against the glass was like hearing an angel sing. She lifted the glass to her lips and let the amber liquid burn its way down her throat. Warmth started in her belly and spread throughout her limbs. Fortified, she returned to the din and glaring lights of the club.
Having recovered from her hissy fit, Shangri–Lay strutted onto the stage in six-inch stilettos and a liquid black colored gown, slit to his…Erik shook her head… slit to her hip.
So not fair. Look at the ass on that guy. I could sink my teeth into that and never let go. A tingle prickled between her legs. I'm fantasizing about a drag queen. I so have to find a guy.
Erik stood near the back, watching as Shangri–Lay played the crowd. When the next act was announced, three drag queens strutted across the stage, sporting large hair and long, silver sequined gowns. The Diana Ross and the Supremes routine. Erik rubbed her neck. Cher would be next. Then probably Madonna. No. Brian wasn't here tonight. His night off. In an unusual for him move, he'd crawled into her office, on his knees, in a drag queen's overly dramatic way, begging for a Thursday night off. Something about someone named Alonzo. Great. Brian has a date. Alonzo has a date. Most of the people here are on dates. Why can't I get a date?
Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.
Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?
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