“Hi,” she smiles brightly as we walk up to her. I can see hesitation flicker in her eyes as to how to greet us, but Rory has us all covered as he steps into her and takes her lips in one immediate kiss, leaving no room to question how he feels about seeing her. When he lets her go, she looks slightly dazed. What I want to do is pick her up and carry her straight back into her apartment but that is not the plan. Instead I thread my fingers through hers and bring her hand up to my lips and kiss it, looking at her like I’d prefer to eat her for dinner, which is exactly how I am feeling right now.
“Shall we?” I ask, not letting her hand go. We guide her back to our car where Rory climbs in first, then Sophie and then myself. I know it’s a tight fit, but that is all the more reason to sit in the back, I get to feel Sophie pressed up against the side of my body. I know Rory thinks the same. One of us usually sits in the front. But not when Sophie’s in the car.
“Are you hungry?” Rory asks her after she’s buckled in and she nods.
“Oh yes, I’m starving. Where are we going?”
“A friend owes me a favour, his nonna has an Italian place not far from here, we can use the back entrance and go upstairs to their private dining room,” I say.
“That’s really kind of him, how lovely,” Sophie replies. “And I appreciate you going to the trouble of asking him. I feel like a naughty school girl leaving my room at night trying not to get caught by my parents,” she laughs, talking about the Clarendon. But her saying that takes me back to when she called me Daddy and my cock goes instantly hard. Which is tough luckon my part because I’m in jeans with zero room for my soft cock, let alone an erection. I can’t help myself, I run my hand along her thigh where I leave it to rest on the silky fabric, my upper arm brushing against her breast in the dress. Rory, noticing, does the same and Sophie lets out an almost choked noise in her throat which only makes my cock harder. The temperature on the back seat seems to climb 10 degrees and I know our girl is beginning to squirm in her seat.
“H-how is this evening going to go tonight? Can we get to know each other, can I ask you questions, I mean?” she asks as she looks from side to side between us.
“Nothing is off the table. Ask anything you would like to know about us. And if we may, we’d like to get to know you better too,” replies Rory. Sophie smiles widely at that.
“I have so many questions. I always have questions on my jobs with you but I can never ever ask them. Ok well, you know what I do as my day job. What do you both do? Is that really shallow? Should I ask another question?” she asks, second guessing herself in the cutest way.
Laughing, Rory shuts her down, “Ask all the questions, boring ones included. I’m a company restructure strategist, I travel most of the year. When I’m home, I list a job for you, if that gives you an idea about how often I am away for work.”
“Do you have apartments around the country?” she asks curiously. “Do you enjoy the travel?”
“I only have the apartment I just moved into with the guys. I have preferred homes I rent from on AirBnB when I’m interstate. You get tired of hotels after the years I’ve spent in them.”
“You must have a lot of frequent flyer points, hey?”
“Indeed I do,” Rory confirms.
“And you Flynn, what do you do?”
“I run a chain of clubs in the city, I keep some irregular hours,” I say thinking about the late nights on the weekends.
“Fun clubs?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “Like the Clarendon?”
“We have some specialised bars, yes. Swingers mainly.”
“Oh my god, I may have been!” Sophie gasps.
“I run them, but I’m usually in the office or helping security or running the back end. If you’ve been, I’m truly sorry to have missed you,” I say, wracking my brain to remember if I had ever laid eyes on my redhead previous to the Clarendon. I would remember, I would never forget seeing Sophie had I laid eyes on her in one of my clubs. Sophie relaxes back into her seat.
“Oh that’s a relief. I didn’t go often, but still, it was with my ex.”
“What happened with him?” I ask. I know what Mack has told me, but I’d much prefer to hear what Sophie has to say about him.
“Things just got stale you know? I think we were going in different directions but couldn’t see it until I stopped missing him on business trips. I’m pretty sure he met plenty of people and women. I didn’t want to settle down because I couldn’t see myself getting old with him. I don’t know, something was missing? When the sparkle wore off, there wasn’t enough to keep us together. That’s what I’ve come to realise. It felt like settling and I don’t want that.”
“He didn’t mind you being a playmate though?”
“He didn’t mind, he was into sharing. That’s why sometimes we went to those clubs. Maybe we were searching for something extra because we didn’t have it, I don’t know.” She shrugs as if it’s still a mystery. “How about you two? Any girlfriends at home, past or present?” she giggles.
“My hours make it difficult. My personality also makes it difficult,” I state.
“Why? I get the club hours. What do you mean by personality?” she asks, looking confused.
“I don’t say a lot,” I say as I look into her emerald eyes that reflect the colour of her dress. “It’s tricky to get to know me apparently.”
“You say enough,” Rory states, looking around Sophie at me. “There is nothing wrong with the words you use. You’ve just met the wrong women, that’s all,” he says, and I know I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else except him. He’s one of the good guys, winging me despite his own infatuation with the woman I’m talking to.
“Maybe they just needed your lips and hands on them? You speak pretty loud with those,” she says wistfully with a hint of mischief. “I have it on good authority they have been missing out. I had been missing out until this week too. Same as you Rory, both of you, keeping half of yourselves from me, I feel robbed.”
