‘Shows what you know. Anyway, what would you know? When was the last timeyourode public transport?’
‘You’re just a voyeur.’
‘Among other things,’ he replies a touch defensively.
‘I’ve never paid for it,’ Harry grumbles.
‘I didn’t pay her for sex. I paid her for the experience. It’s brain sex, not actual fucking. No body contact unless you’re touching yourself.’
‘Or deepthroating her rubber strap-on,’ Harry sneers.
‘Fuck, you. It’s no different than seeing a therapist. Besides, I only had a couple of sessions.’
‘Because you realised there was no fucking.’
‘You were telling us about the girl you met outside,’ I interject before the pair’s arguing escalates.
‘Girls, plural,’ Griffin corrects with a gleam. ‘Coming out of the tube station.’
Harrison groans as he folds his arms across his chest. ‘You did not pick up two girls on the tube.’
‘First, we were coming out of the station, and second, it was just one girl I was interested in. The one who was crying. The other one had a face for radio.’
‘Ever the gentleman,’ I remark.
‘I know I’m an aresehole. I’m also a sucker for tears. They’re just so pretty when they cry.’
‘It’s his fetish, born of an exposure to tears, because they always cry when he whips out his dick,’ Harrison remarks, turning to me.
‘Cry at the thought of how it’ll destroy them,’ the other man quips.
‘Get to the point of why you’re late. She was crying, and apparently, you like puffy eyes and red faces.’
‘Yes, she was upset, God love her. She’d just been dumped.’
‘So you thought you’d offer to be her rebound fuck?’
‘A very particular kind, if I’m lucky.’ And by the grin, I’d say he thinks he is lucky. Or he plans on getting lucky. ‘You should’ve heard her, crying on her friend’s shoulder.I can’t believe he dumped me!’ he intones in a terrible falsetto. ‘The bastard dumped me right after I let him shag my arse!’
This is beginning to make sense as Griff carries on.
‘Well, babe,her mate says,that’s why. You gave him what he wanted and now that he’s had it, he’s gone.The other girl, the prettier one of the two, looks up at her friend all wet lashes and big brown eyes, and says,that wasn’t what he wanted, though. He wanted ATM.’ Harry sits forward in his chair, muttering something unintelligible. ‘He wanted to go to the cash machine?her friend asked. No, she replies,he wanted me to eat his arse. I told him, no fucking way, but you just can bum me instead.’
‘Whoever said romance is dead obviously never met you.’ I chuckle almost begrudgingly. He really does get himself into the most awkward scrapes. ‘You paint such an eloquent picture with words, Griff. Perhaps, you should’ve gone into the art instead of law.’ Griffin is a barrister, Queens Council, no less. Harrison, meanwhile, deals in art.
‘Get off your high horse,’ he crows. ‘Anyway, did I just see you crack a smile? What’s with that?’ Before I realise what he’s doing, the bastard leans across the table, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. ‘Are you running a temperature or something?’
‘I didn’t know you cared. Sadly, your very obvious homoerotic overtures aren’t really my thing.’
‘Piss off,’ he retorts baldly. ‘You boarding schoolboy types are the ones who like a bit of bumming.’
I slide my phone from the table, my gaze drawn to the screen. ‘I thought that was more your style.’Still nothing.I leave it face up on the banquette next to my thigh.
‘It’s not gay if you’re into bumming girls.’
‘I thought the saying went more likeit’s not gay so long as your balls don’t touch?’ Harry helpfully supplies, raising his glass to indicate to the passing waitress that he’d like another. ‘Not that I’d know anything about that kind of stuff, situational homosexuality or the other kind.’
‘Are you watching porn?’ I glance around the restaurant rather than give Harry the satisfaction of an answer.By glancing at my phone again.‘You’re very preoccupied tonight. You keep looking at it, so it’s either porn or you’re on a promise.’
