Udo dropped down and crawled onto the throws. He made damned sure that Steven had a good view of his ass while he did it.
“Shall I open this?” Steven said. “The bottle, I mean.”
“Yeah, why not?”
Udo tracked Steven as he crossed the room. He’d explored that body before but the anticipation of getting to do it again was overwhelming.
“How was this afternoon?” Steven asked.
“Really nice,” Udo replied, stretching.
“If you carry on doing that, the champagne will get warm.”
Udo giggled.
Steven popped the cork and began pouring their drinks.
“It felt good to be part of a team again,” Udo said. “Sharing banter and that.”
“Were you talking about me?”
“My lips are sealed. What goes on at Adam’s, stays at Adam’s. Same as in your office.”
Steven turned and handed Udo a glass.
“Sounds fair.”
He got down and snuggled into Udo.
“Cheers,” he said, clinking Udo’s glass.
“Goran and Paloma seem happy,” Udo said. “Everyone else is single, I think.”
Steven got comfortable.
“Thank God,” he replied. “When Adam and Jen split up for the second time it was pretty shit.”
“What happened?”
Steven took a sip of his champagne. “No one knows but she did one and hasn’t been heard of since.”
“Do you think he murdered her?”
Steven burst out laughing. “No, I think she went to her mum’s in Ireland. That’s where he sent her mail to anyway.”
Udo thought about it. He couldn’t imagine Adam with someone. He seemed too addicted to the footballing life.
“This is the kind of player info I like to talk about,” he said.
“Why don’t you put your glass down and do something else with your mouth?”
Udo raised an eyebrow. “Well, I suppose you are the boss.”
THIRTEEN
STEVEN
Udo’s bedroom was an oasis in white. The springtime sunshine made it dazzle. Steven lay with his body wrapped around Udo.
