He shrugged. “Or I fuck you.”
“No thanks.”
“But you’ll do it if you fuck me?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “How big is your dick?”
I sighed. Fuck, he drove me nuts.
“Bigger than yours,” I said. I wasn’t being an ass. It was the truth. Trevor had a big cock, but mine was definitely bigger. And thicker.
“Fuck.” He winced. “Nah. I’ll suck it, but I ain’t fucking it.”
“Perfect,” I muttered. “Looks like my Saturday night is back to being open.”
He chuckled and sat on the couch next to me.
“Hey, who hurt you?” he asked.
“What? No one fucking hurt me.”
“Talk to me,” he said. “I don’t know you. You’re kind of a grouchy, no fun prick, but I can tell you’re hurting. I’m impartial. So tell me. Who’s the chick?”
I sighed. I didn’t have anyone else to talk to. It wasn’t like he knew Rosalie, Anson, and the guys. He did have a lot of experience with women. Maybe not relationships, but women for sure.
“Rosalie,” I said softly.
“Pretty name. Picture?”
I unlocked my phone and went to a picture of us that she insisted we take. We were close, both grinning at the camera, the Eiffel Tower behind us.
I showed him the picture. He studied it for a moment.
“Do you fall in love with your clients a lot?”
“What?” I shook my head. “No.”
“Just checking. I wasn’t sure how I’d let you down once you fell in love with me.”
I looked at him to see that he was grinning.
“I’m fucking with you, man. It’s Bishop. I know her. Or at least, I definitely listen to her music. She’s stellar, man. Nice choice. How long did you guard her for?”
“It’s deeper than that,” I said. “She’s my best friend’s girl.”
“Anson? Her manager?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Rough. I get it. You love your best friend’s wife. So now what?”
“Now I’m here, trying to forget and save my friendships. She was…she went on vacation,” I said. “Away from the spotlight because she has this stalker situation.”
“And the sex tape. I’ve seen it. That Lorenzo De Luca.” He let out a low whistle. “I’d suck him off in a New York Minute. You too, so don’t feel too sad. Maybe even Anson.” He nodded with a faraway look in his eyes.
“Focus,” I said.
“Right. Bishop. Love of your life. Just tell her, man. Lay it all out. Poly is in these days. Who knows. It might work out for you, and you can stop moping.”
“And if she laughs in my face and my best friend punches me?”
