There was no way I could possibly ask him about it. It would be the end of our friendship if I even mentioned it.
Dom might play around, but brunch was the furthest he'd ever taken it. Even then, I couldn't be sure if he was just flirting, or if it was something more.
I shook it off as I sat up, looking down at myself.
How was I supposed to face Molly or Dom after that?
I had to look at it as a challenge, just something else I needed to manage. If the feelings I thought I'd banished in university came up again when I was next with him, I would deal with them at the time. Until then, I needed to clean myself up, get back to work, and pretend like nothing had happened.
Dom
“We could always just skip out,” I said as I did up my belt. “Grab a cab and go on the London Eye or find one of those three-story restaurants in China Town and hide for the rest of the day.” Or do something else that involved less clothes and more moaning.
Harry flicked a glance at me as he pulled up his trousers.
I really tried not to stare, but it was difficult when all I wanted was to lock the door and wrap myself around him. I wish he knew how dangerous it was for him to be in the small bedroom alone with me. Especially when he bent over to slip on his shoes and exposed his ass. Right in front of a mirror as well.
“It’s tempting, but we’re already on the boat,” Harry said carefully as he rose, looked all soft and inviting, and obviously I was plotting ways to take advantage of it. Because that’s what good friends did.
It had been nearly a week since I'd seen him, and I was going stir-crazy. We were both too busy with work, and I'd stopped trusting myself after nearly jumping for Harry's cock at brunch.
He actually looked like he’d lost weight, which concerned me even more. If he was so stressed that he wasn’t eating properlyagain, I needed to step up my cooking game. It would be a good excuse to invite him over as well.
If I really pushed him, I could probably lead him to the bed. But they were announcing the result of the vote, and I couldn’t take that away from him.
We were in his room on his family's sprawling yacht. It was the same room he had every year for the Fischer Summer Gala; the only difference was that Mallory had finally put my room next to his.
Dinner, an orchestra, schmoozing, fireworks; and there was never anyone new. The Fischer siblings were the only reason I still attended, even though it was just like every other party I went to. The only difference was that they were on the Thames instead of at a venue.
It was held the same day every year, no matter the weather.
Stalls were set up along the banks of the river; with locals and tourists enjoying themselves, all waiting for the fireworks that would erupt at midnight from the two boats that flanked the yacht.
But this year, instead of giving Harry admiring smirks and flirting with him while we got dressed, I was furiously sending S.O.S. messages to my cock.
I gave a sideways glance at his small suitcase squeezed in next to his bedside table. I was sure he'd hidden my present from ‘Molly’ there.
He hummed to himself as he found his reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, andfrowned. “Maybe getting away might be best,” he said. “It might save people from the horrors of this pink suit.”
“I'm not gonna lie, it’s pretty intense.”
Pinstripe white and salmon pink wasn't a good look on most people, especially someone with Harry's complexion. Making him blush seemed unfair with that colour palette.
I'd already pulled on my navy suit with a pastel blue shirt and lining. I just wished Harry had done something like take secretive glances or outright stared as I stripped for him. But I got nothing. It was for the best, really.
Harry sighed as he grabbed a white vest from the shelves in the closet.
“I'm sure she paid off the stylists. Who in their right mind would wear this thing when the theme is ‘Ocean Breeze’?”
I stepped in close, brushing my chest against his back just to see how he would react, but he was too focused on his appearance. My lips hovered over his birthmark and I wanted to see what he’d do if I kissed him there.
It wasn't exactly the best time to tell him how fuckable he looked.
I placed my hand on his shoulders, grinning at him in the mirror. “What about getting rid of it? I'm sure you've got something else tucked away in your room.”
He stilled, his eyes shooting to his suitcase before meeting mine in the mirror.
Thank God I was the king of innocent smiles because there was no way I could have held myself back if he told me what hehad in there. I didn't think he'd opened the present yet, but it looked like he had a pretty solid idea of what I'd sent him.
