can go back and do the boring stuff when I'm old. Right now I'm having fun. They just don’t need to know about it.”
I shook my head, but I was lying my arse off to my family too so I couldn't speak really. “What's your uncle’s name again?”
“Geoffrey and his future wife is called Alicia.”
“Right.”
“Everyone’s really nice.”
“I believe you.” I nipped his arse and he jumped against me, growling as he shook his head.
“Do not do this to me. You can be gay, fine! Whatever, but do not expect me to come out.”
“I won't. I can be the overly friendly gay bloke who wants his straight friend. Can I turn you, Harry Warry?”
“Fuck off!”
“You could be gay for me. That's fine.”
“It’s not. Shut up. There are my parents. Please , Sebastian. Please be good.”
“Oh, okay.”
One quick shower and change later, and I was dressed in a stupid skinny fitted, three piece, too-bright-for-me blue suit and sipping a glass of champagne with Harry and the bride-to-be, who looked stunning and would really have to pull out all the stops to outdo her cream cocktail dress tomorrow at the wedding.
His parents were nice enough, and so far, I'd remembered all my fake lies and thrown in enough big medical-sounding words to keep them thinking I knew what the hell I was talking about. Harry was busy talking to his soon to be auntie as I looked around the room. It was good practice for me Harry kept telling me. I had to get used to being in places where I would never normally go. I needed to expand my knowledge of more upper class places and people. I should walk into a room and own it, which he does and I don’t. Not yet anyway.
My eyes fell on the broad back of a guy standing at the bar with his arm around a lovely looking woman. I checked him out from behind, enjoying the view of his v-shaped body in his suit. He was exactly my type. Shame he had a wife with him. I was still staring when he turned around, his champagne glass at his lips, and my breath caught in my throat and my heart fell into my shoes.
“Shit!”
Before I could turn, our eyes met and he gaped at me, his arm falling from the woman and we just stood there, staring at each other until I came back to life and spun around, grabbing hold of Harry’s arm and breathing hard.
“Harry, there's a client here. What do I do?”
“What? A client? Who? Show me, he might be one of mine.”
“He's not. Don’t worry about it, just tel—”
“Who is h—Wait, is he a George Clooney-looking, gorgeous thing?”
“How the fuck?”
“He's steaming towards us. Thank God he's not one of mine. Okay, have fun.”
“What?” I grabbed his arm tightly and shook him. “Help me, bitch. Now!”
“Just take deep breaths and…” He drifted off and I could smell the aftershave which had been in my mind since I last saw him.
“Sebastian?”
I turned around with a sigh. “Hi… Robert.” I rolled the r and t off my lips and he growled a little. “Fancy seeing you here—”
“Is he with you?” Robert cut me off and glared at Harry.
“Sort of, but… not really.” Harry smiled and shook his arm from my hand. “Can you take this somewhere else, Seb?”
“Sure.” I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Bitch.”
“Takes one to know one.” He stuck his tongue out at me then threw Robert a sexy smirk. “Don’t keep him too long and stay where I can see you.”
“He’s safe with me.” Robert had my arm now, being all possessive and sexy and making my knees shake.
“I'm sure he will be. But… just to be sure.” Harry had a serious edge to his voice, one neither Robert or I could mistake.
“I’ll be over there. Come on, Robert.”
He was right there—on my back the whole time as we walked out of the room. He affected me immediately, just like the first time I saw him. By the time we made it into the small hallway outside the private room, I was hot and bothered and semi hard for him. I was spun around and pressed up
I shook my head, but I was lying my arse off to my family too so I couldn't speak really. “What's your uncle’s name again?”
“Geoffrey and his future wife is called Alicia.”
“Right.”
“Everyone’s really nice.”
“I believe you.” I nipped his arse and he jumped against me, growling as he shook his head.
“Do not do this to me. You can be gay, fine! Whatever, but do not expect me to come out.”
“I won't. I can be the overly friendly gay bloke who wants his straight friend. Can I turn you, Harry Warry?”
“Fuck off!”
“You could be gay for me. That's fine.”
“It’s not. Shut up. There are my parents. Please , Sebastian. Please be good.”
“Oh, okay.”
One quick shower and change later, and I was dressed in a stupid skinny fitted, three piece, too-bright-for-me blue suit and sipping a glass of champagne with Harry and the bride-to-be, who looked stunning and would really have to pull out all the stops to outdo her cream cocktail dress tomorrow at the wedding.
His parents were nice enough, and so far, I'd remembered all my fake lies and thrown in enough big medical-sounding words to keep them thinking I knew what the hell I was talking about. Harry was busy talking to his soon to be auntie as I looked around the room. It was good practice for me Harry kept telling me. I had to get used to being in places where I would never normally go. I needed to expand my knowledge of more upper class places and people. I should walk into a room and own it, which he does and I don’t. Not yet anyway.
My eyes fell on the broad back of a guy standing at the bar with his arm around a lovely looking woman. I checked him out from behind, enjoying the view of his v-shaped body in his suit. He was exactly my type. Shame he had a wife with him. I was still staring when he turned around, his champagne glass at his lips, and my breath caught in my throat and my heart fell into my shoes.
“Shit!”
Before I could turn, our eyes met and he gaped at me, his arm falling from the woman and we just stood there, staring at each other until I came back to life and spun around, grabbing hold of Harry’s arm and breathing hard.
“Harry, there's a client here. What do I do?”
“What? A client? Who? Show me, he might be one of mine.”
“He's not. Don’t worry about it, just tel—”
“Who is h—Wait, is he a George Clooney-looking, gorgeous thing?”
“How the fuck?”
“He's steaming towards us. Thank God he's not one of mine. Okay, have fun.”
“What?” I grabbed his arm tightly and shook him. “Help me, bitch. Now!”
“Just take deep breaths and…” He drifted off and I could smell the aftershave which had been in my mind since I last saw him.
“Sebastian?”
I turned around with a sigh. “Hi… Robert.” I rolled the r and t off my lips and he growled a little. “Fancy seeing you here—”
“Is he with you?” Robert cut me off and glared at Harry.
“Sort of, but… not really.” Harry smiled and shook his arm from my hand. “Can you take this somewhere else, Seb?”
“Sure.” I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Bitch.”
“Takes one to know one.” He stuck his tongue out at me then threw Robert a sexy smirk. “Don’t keep him too long and stay where I can see you.”
“He’s safe with me.” Robert had my arm now, being all possessive and sexy and making my knees shake.
“I'm sure he will be. But… just to be sure.” Harry had a serious edge to his voice, one neither Robert or I could mistake.
“I’ll be over there. Come on, Robert.”
He was right there—on my back the whole time as we walked out of the room. He affected me immediately, just like the first time I saw him. By the time we made it into the small hallway outside the private room, I was hot and bothered and semi hard for him. I was spun around and pressed up
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