(If you know me personally, no you don't)

James had always been well off, even from a young age. His family were key business people in the tourism community throughout Spain and the Spanish islands. He'd been given his own branch and was earning very comfortable money.

He liked to spend it, but was fairly sensible with it. He spoiled his bestfriends, Remus and Sirius by giving them the honeymoon of their life. A cruise around the world. For everything they'd done for him.

Plus, James regularly donated sums of his money to charities in need. He liked helping because he liked seeing a change in the world. Of course, people heard the Potter name and expected James to be another stuck up snob- so he tried his hardest to not be.

But sometimes his life got mundane and lonely. After all, his first love, Lily Evans, turned out to be a lesbian who was currently engaged to the love of her life, Pandora Rosier. Which James was fully accepting about. Especially after his own secuality development of being pansexual.

So, it had been a completely normal night when he wandered down one of the 'haunts of the town', aka a strip club called Sugar Delights. James had planned to hide in the back and just get his fill of the environment...until he appeared.

The most beautiful face James had ever laid eyes on. He'd sat foward in his chair and immediately knew he needed to get closer to the lithe body preforming. It wasn't even just for himself, the man made something flutter in his chest James hadn't felt in years.

So after a month or so of debating how creepy James probably seemed when he returned on the nights he'd learned Regulus's (the performers name, he'd found) schedule, James finally decided to just take the leap of faith for once in his carefully secure life.

They'd spoken before, only in short conversations when James paid for the private experiences. It mostly ended with James practically begging for a date and Regulus replying that it was against his contract in that dangerously cold and smooth voice of his.

It was a similar situation right now. James leaned back on the plush sofas, leg crossed over the other at the knee. He tilted his head in the dim VIP lighting. "C'mon, I won't tell no one if you don't. Just a coffee?"