“I never trusted him.”
Isaac nods. “Good. Make sure she doesn’t either.”
I scan the room and see Blair talking to Elise, countless security details around her. I’m off my shift, the one where I’m needed to be present anyway, and now my job is to gather intelligence because it’s not every day when we’re allowed into the Prime Minister of England’s holiday residence.
“Shouldn’t you be encouraging Blair to forge a relationship with him?” I ask Isaac, grasping in my pocket for a packet of cigarettes. It isn’t often that I smoke, but tonight I need the grim chemicals in my lungs.
When I served my country abroad there were periods of complete inertia, when nothing fucking happened but we had to watch anyway. The only thing to do was smoke and fantasise about anything, everything.
“You want to take a walk outside?” He glances at my cigarette.
I nod and we leave the room, Blair smiling, still tanned from her holiday.
Outside is clear and cool, different to the time we spent on holiday and the evenings when I fucked Blair seven different ways to heaven, or so she’d told me.
I’m aware that Isaac saw one of those ways. I’m also aware we haven’t discussed it, almost pretending it never happened. Me taking Blair’s ass like it belonged to me.
Which it did. Does.
For the length of a cigarette we say nothing.
“Did you like watching when we were in the villa?”
Isaac says nothing, just plays with the cuffs on his shirt because this is what it’s about. This is why he’s become a go-between.
“I like watching full stop.”
“Who were you wishing to be when you saw me fucking her?” I’ve no idea what his answer will be. I saw him watching Blair by the pool, saw his eyes drag over her breasts and between her legs. But then I saw him watch me, stare at the imprint of my cock when I grew hard watching Blair.
Watching him.
He pushes his sleeves up his arms, revealing forearms doused in dark hair.
“Neither of you.”
“Really?” I light another cigarette, trying to drag out time while we’re alone. “You didn’t want to be me as I fucked her ass?”
He says nothing, just takes the cigarette from my hand and inhales.
“Or how about her? Did you want it to be you I was inside?”
He inhales deeply.
“I think it’s more complicated than that.” He passes back the cigarette. “I know she goes to clubs. I saw her in one.”
I nod. “Is that your scene?”
“I like to watch.”
“And then what do you do?”
“Jerk off in the shower.”
My laughter would draw attention if there was anyone else around. “Fuck off, Everleigh.”
“You’re straight, aren’t you?”
I drop my cigarette and stamp it out, half finished but I’ve lost the taste.
