Like everybody, Jayce experienced the usual few days wherein he would rather do anything else than go to work. His job was both time-demanding and physically taxing, not to mention the constant guard he always had around his clients.
Tonight, though, he was glad to be here. He was glad for the hour it took for him to get ready, and was glad that he'd be working until three or four in the morning.
For one thing, working meant that he was truly somewhere else without having to come up with an excuse as to why he had to miss out on a dinner party William was attending, in Bellevue again, most likely with the same crowd.
Tonight, Jayce went a bit more simple with his outfit: an oversized, white silk shirt, sleeves rolled and buttons undone except for two. He wore sparkly booty shorts under
