What's up next for Darien as he tries to settle into a new life? WIP it Up Wednesday #wipitup

I'm thinking this will probably be the last post from What Happens in Bangkok for a bit - until it's closer to it's release day. I started posting it here Nov 4. I had part of the book written then, but it had no title. I decided to post it here to kick myself in the butt and finish it. Well, since Nov 4th, I have finished it and written the other 2 in the series which I didn't even know was a series when I started. So - thank you for inspiring me (other wise known as kick in butt) to get this one done and for all your great comments.

'Not quite sure where I'll go next - I have another book sitting on my hard drive that's part written - maybe I check it out or scroll way back in my blog posts and see where I ended off on another book.

Scene set - Darien is hiding out in a drag queen club. His stage name is now Apollo. Several of the queens are there and are teaching him one of the routines. Erika - his hot boss - is chatting with someone Darien finds instinctively creepy. (Madonna is Darien's brother's drag queen personality.)



Darien scooted through the wings and out the stage manager's door, leading him to the audience. He wandered through the tables with upturned chairs resting on them, never once looking in Erika's direction, and then positioned himself a few feet to the left of where she and the stranger were speaking. He hooked his thumbs in his pockets and glanced up at the stage.Sandee released a short whistle and tossed his chest out and placed his wrists on his hips. Darien glanced around the club. The huge discos balls, hanging from the ceiling were dark. Around the audience area were tables and off to the sides, big booths for patrons to sit at. The walls were covered with some bizarre animal print. Cheetah or something. Darien shrugged. He tried to hear the conversation between the man and Erika, but he was just out of range. He moved a few paces to the right.Sandee released a sharper whistle."Sandee." Irritation filled Brian's voice. "Why are you doing that?"With a drag queen dramatic sigh of frustration, Sandee, again, threw out his chest and flung the back of his wrists against his waist.Oh, shit. He's signaling me. More drag queen. Darien transferred his weight onto one hip, rested a hand on his waist and tilted his head as if intently watching what was happening on stage; while keeping his focus toward Erika."Why would he be here?" She sounded angry.The other's tone was condescendingly smooth. "Why wouldn't he? Your Madonna has boasted quite often that they are brothers."Shit. He's talking about me. And he knows Brian's my brother. Fuck. Darien's fight or flight instinct tried to kick in. Don't move. Freeze. Be cool. You survived yesterday. You can get out of this. He shifted his position so he could watch what happened out of the corner of his eye."I have no idea if that's true, but he's not here. Don't you think I'd notice if Darien Scott were in my club? Where's he gonna hide?" She flung her hands around then pointed at the stage. "Madonna - Brian's right there. Surely he'd be with his brother if he was in trouble. But no, he's here with the others, working the new guy into the show."After a moment's silence, she continued, "My kitchen staff’ll be here in twenty minutes, but I doubt he's going to try and hide as a chef. Or a pot scrubber. Now." She paused as a chair scraped across the floor. "I need to get back to my job.""Who's the new one?" The sleazy tone of the man's voice nudged Darien's urge to throw up."Apollo."Darien counted to ten then took a step forward and called, "Brian, honey—"A cold hand touched his arm. He turned. The man who'd spoken with Erika stood next to him. A sneer posing as a smile pasted on his mouth. Darien smiled back, while noting the kitchen door swinging shut and Erika was no longer in the room.The stranger ran a fingertip up Darien's bare arm until it reached the top of his muscle shirt. "I like blonds. Always have. I can offer you double whatever she's paying you."Oh fuck. Darien cast his glaze up and down the man, checking out the expensive shoes and suit and the swelling in his pants. "Ain't signed a contract yet. Still a free agent. Keep talking."The man lifted his hand and ran his fingers through Darien's shaggy blond hair. Darien swallowed down the repulsion he felt. It wasn't just because it was a man coming on to him, but the underlying evil oozing from this person.Be cold as steel. Maybe he'll spontaneously combust and disappear.He yanked Darien's head back. Darien clenched his fist and started to swing then caught his movement. He couldn't be Darien. He had to be Apollo and allow this man to do what he wanted.



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