The blonde smiled and looked at him as if he was a Hollywood superstar straight from a superhero set. “I’d love a prosecco.”
He looked to the brunette. “Yourself?”
She flicked her eyes towards me. “Same. Thank you.”
It took me twenty seconds while Seph was at the bar to find out that they were called Mollie and Jemima and were friends from high school, back home for Christmas. Mollie, the blonde, was a financial analyst based in Birmingham, while Jemima, or Jem as she preferred, was a Geography teacher from Canterbury. Both were single. Both were happy when I told them that Seph and I were single too.
Jem was cute. Clever, witty and flirty. She’d broken up with her boyfriend a month before Christmas and had “rebound fuck needed” written all over her.
“Have you ever been serious about anyone?”
I knew from her tone she wasn’t sounding me out to become her next serious boyfriend and I’d already told her about my work relationship, which was about as a deep and meaningful as I was capable of.
“Once.” I had. Once. With a woman whose ring I still owned and address I didn’t have.
“What was she like?”
I shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”
Jem smiled, her hand on my forearm. “I just wondered what a woman would need to have to capture your attention away from your job.”
“I was young and foolish. Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas?” Smooth segue, Shay. Smooth.
She giggled. “Almost. I’m hoping for a late Christmas present.”
I could smell her perfume, a subtle scent that was pleasant. Her curves were even more pleasant. “What would that be?”
She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a finger to my lips. “You have to keep it quiet, but Santa forgot to leave me any underwear, so for a late present, I’m hoping for someone to warm me up.”
I had to say, as far as come ons went, this was one of the most original.
She pushed her finger between my lips and gave me a smile that had my cock hard, if it wasn’t already. “No catches. I have condoms. I’m just cross that my ex is still the last guy to give me an orgasm. Can you wipe that from my brain?”
My hand went to her hip, feeling her curves. Her dress was short and I’d already worked out that it would be easy to push it up over her hips. There was a zip at the back; undoing that would mean I could push it down and see the tits that were now captivating me.
I glanced over at Seph. He was still talking to Mollie, one hand in his pocket, smiling. She was doing her best to flirt, but Seph was definitely off form. I’d seen him take just ten minutes once to talk a girl who looked like an underwear model into visiting the cloakroom with him. That had been the same night he’d gone home with another woman later on and when he’d underlined his man whore status.
I guided Jem over to him, my hand on the small of her back, fingers grazing the top of her ass. “We’re just heading out for twenty minutes.”
Seph grinned and nodded. “Sure. Mollie and I will wait here for you.”
“Okay.” I nodded and raised a brow.
He shook his head. “You go enjoy yourself.”
I was back thirty minutes later with Jem who was finding it difficult to walk and not look like she’d been walking a horse. We’d taken the classy option of finding a disabled bathroom and I’d made good use of a very solid door and the two condoms I’d stored in my wallet, because I wouldn’t trust anyone’s but my own.
Seph had his jacket on and wasn’t holding a beer. He gave me a nod as I came back in, Jemima’s hand giving my arse a swift pinch before heading to Mollie.
“You good to head out? I managed to get an Uber.”
I frowned. Mollie and Jem were giggling together and I could probably guess what about. “Sure. What about Mollie though? She seemed into you.”
He shook his head. “She’s a really nice girl and she suggested we found a quiet spot like you two had, but I’m not interested.”
“You feeling okay?”
“I’m fine.” He shrugged. “Just not interesting in fucking some girl and never seeing her again.”
