you do?"

"Do? Why, I'll have you know I keep to a very tight...schedule. Gym in the mornings. Brunch. Evening cocktails, the occasional gala, a circuit party hear and there. Shall I continue?"

"I meant work."

"You think looking this good doesn't require work?" Jack asked, his hand saucily palming his cock in a quick gesture.

"I meant where does your money come from? According to your files, the family fortune ran out before you were even born. You don't have a trust fund, you barely have any money in the bank. And yet, you seem to enjoy quite a lavish lifestyle."

"Would it be dreadfully unoriginal of me to say that I depend on the kindness of strangers?"

He chose to ignore the quip, focusing once more on Jack's lips and thinking how fucking sweet they would feel around his hardon right about now. "The suit, for instance, looks very expensive."

"Ermenegildo Zegna, if you must know," Jack said dismissively.

"And you donate substantial amounts to various charities."

"I may have been my parents' only child but I do believe in sharing, detective."

"So you don't steal from the rich to give to the poor?" he proposed.

Jack raised a brow, "From Blanche Dubois to Robin Hood, how terribly droll."
He decided to move on. "You've resided at the Ravenswood Hotel for some time."

"That is correct. I don't imagine you got very far checking with them, did you?"

"No, management was pretty vague on details. All they would confirm is that you are an excellent guest and that you're prepaid for the entire year."

"I find it more convenient to get those pesky details squared away in advance."

"I could get a warrant to search your room."

Jack laughed. "I seriously doubt that detective. Our benevolent hostess at Ravenswood is a very powerful woman with very powerful, very well connected friends. You wouldn't think it the way she keeps to herself, but she is. She wouldn't look too kindly on any disruption to the routine at Ravenswood. I've lived there for years and even I have yet to be granted an audience." He paused to regard his fingernails. "Fascinating woman, that one. I hear she was an opera singer in Europe who had killed her lover because she found him in bed with another man."

"I heard it was another woman," Cavanaugh corrected.

Jack looked up at him and dropped his hand back to his lap, lightly rubbing his forefinger around the head of this cock through his pants. "See, you have done your homework. Then you must also know you will never be able to get a warrant to enter Ravenswood. Not that you need one, mind you." Jack set his sights squarely at him and shot him that smile again before adding, "You're more than welcome to give me a thorough strip search anytime."

He cleared his throat before he spoke, "Your room, Jack, search your room."

"Oh that too," Jack shrugged, "You’re more than welcome. I have nothing to hide."

"Why don't I believe that?" he asked rhetorically.

"The proof is, as they say, in the tasting." Jack stood up, oblivious it seemed to the tenting in his pants. "If we're done here, I do have other appointments to keep."

Jack was already opening the door when Cavanaugh