“That’s brilliant. I hope you won’t be shirking on any amendments to the plans I might need.”
Carmine laughed. “They’ve been handed over to the construction company. I did offer to project manage it for you. Of course, any changes will be done free of charge.”
“I’m sure I can find a way to pay you.”
“That sounds promising. How’s Malcolm?”
Noah flinched. He’d enjoyed a few moments’ reprieve from that.
“Noah?”
“He’s fine. They won. It’s just I spoke to his coach after and they’re struggling for cash.”
“How much are we talking?”
“No idea. I’ve asked him to send me the figures.”
“Are you going to save the day?”
“Maybe,” Noah replied. “Malcolm lives for this league. It’s not all virtuous. Anything he needs, he gets.”
Noah’s head ached. He couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t worried about Malcolm. Even before their parents died. It was a fierce love that was returned tenfold.
“Anyway,” Noah said. “I didn’t call for that. I wondered if you fancy coming to an exclusive party of footballers and their occasionally famous partners?”
No answer.
“Carmine?”
“I’m here. Listen, I can’t be in any magazines. Not yet, Noah.”
“Relax. It’s at Adam’s swanky house and it really is players and partners only. He hosts these gatherings as captain.Sometimes partners are invited and I’d like you to come with me.”
He was going out on a limb here. Things were very new but he didn’t care. Noah wanted to show Carmine that he was into this for more than just sex. He seemed to spend his life fighting against the stereotype of Premier League footballers.
“Wow. How can I refuse such an offer? That really means a lot, Noah. When is it?”
“Erm…tomorrow night.”
“Are you kidding? I’ll never get an outfit in that time.”
Noah grinned.
“There’s something else.”
“Oh God. What?”
“It’s a pyjama party.”
They drew up outside Adam’s huge house. Noah glanced at Carmine. His cock twitched and he licked his lips.
“I’m not sure if I want to take you in there or straight home again.”
Carmine had on a leopard print silk robe and black silk pyjama bottoms. Against his glowing olive skin, it worked magic. Noah had felt instantly underdressed in his grey shorts and T-shirt.
“You’re dating someone who lived in Los Angeles,” Carmine explained. “We’d lounge around on Sundays a lot. I’ve plenty more where this came from.”
Noah kissed Carmine’s neck. “Book me in for a private showing sometime.”
