“So, what have you been up to the last couple of days? How did your night go last night? Did you get lucky?”
Walking towards the kitchen, I shook my head, smiling. “I did meet someone, but it didn’t go past second base.” I poured us another glass, handing Ian his.
“Do you know how boring that is?”
I gasped. “Ian, who is making you dinner here?”
He shook his head and pouted. “I’m sorry. I would just love to hear you talk about having sex with another man.”
“Pervert!” I scolded.
“I try my best,” he smiled cheekily.
“So you met someone last night and you never went past second base?” I shook my head. “What about Louisa?”
Come to think of it, she never mentioned it in her email. I think she was too excited about this party next Saturday.
“She didn’t mention it when she emailed earlier. She was too busy screaming that she had finally gotten an invite for her and a guest to attend the mansion next Saturday.”
Ian gaped at me, mouth wide open. “You are shitting me!” I shook my head. “Louisa got an invite to the mansion?” I nodded. “And she can bring a guest?” I nodded again. “Shit, what’s her number again? I want to go with her.”
I sipped my wine and smiled. To be honest, I wasn’t really bothered about going myself. It seemed everyone else was fighting over an invite. If it were my choice, I would let him go, but I knew Louisa would have none of it.
“I’m sorry, Ian. Louisa’s plus one is already taken.” I smiled cheekily at him.
“Bitch!”
Slapping him across the arm, I growled, “Hey, I can’t help it if she prefers me to you.”
Ian bit his fingernails as I stirred the Bolognaise. “Maybe I should offer her oral sex. Do you think she would take me then?”
I rolled my eyes at him and sipped my wine again. “I can’t see her going for that, to be honest.”
“Damn!”
“Don’t worry about it too much. I promise to tell you all about it.” I smiled.
“You’d better. I’m dying to find out what it looks like inside and what goes on. I heard orgies go on in there.”
I suddenly felt myself panic. “Where did you hear that?”
“John.”
My panic subsided. “John is just as sick and perverted as you are, Ian. Of course he would say something like that. He would want to twist it into something sordid.”
Turning, I reached into the cupboard and pulled out a couple of plates. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied Ian sneaking a spoonful of my sauce. “Hey, I saw that!” I scowled at him.
“Sorry,” Ian replied, not looking sorry at all. “I just can’t help myself when you cook so well.”
Shaking my head, I placed the plates down. “Go take a seat. It’s almost ready.” To my amazement, he did as he was asked.
*****
After dinner, Ian stayed for a while, laughing and joking. I told him all about my night out, and meeting Jeremy today. We watched a couple of episodes of Suits and generally “pissed about”, as he called it.
When I could feel my eyes drooping, Ian stood up. “I can tell when I’m boring someone. I get the hint. I’m going.”
I yawned. “I’m sorry, Ian. It’s been quite a hectic day.”
Ian wrapped me in a hug and whispered in my ear. “We could go into the bedroom, you know. I promise I would wake you back up again.”
Slapping him across the arm, I pushed at him back. “Ian, you better go before I kick your ass.”
He laughed. “I’d like to see you try.”
I took that as a challenge and raced to ram my foot up his backside. He soon moved out of the way. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I take that back.”
“You better.”
Picking me up, Ian gave me a genuine hug this time. “Thank you for dinner. It was fucking brilliant, as always.”
Rubbing his arm, I smiled. “Don’t mention it. I’ll see you on Monday.”
Ian opened the door and waved his hand. “You betcha.”
After shutting the door, I walked towards my bedroom. I didn’t even want to think about dishes right now. I’d do those in the morning. All I wanted right now was my bed.
When I switched on the bedside lamp on, I gasped. Sitting neatly in the middle of my bed was a flower. I didn’t know what it was, but it looked familiar. My stranger was bringing me flowers now? That was new. What was he going to do next?
Chapter 6
Dean
Revenge may be wicked,
But it’s natural.
William Makepeace Thackeray
I was sure things were going just the way I planned, what with the cookies and that fucking chump thinking he could come into my territory and take what was mine. I couldn’t let anyone spoil what Tyler and I had going at the moment.