“Be there in a minute, don’t get dressed.”
I had no intention of getting dressed. “Hurry up.”
I heard him laugh and then footsteps as he made his way back to his room. Anticipation flooded my body. Damon and I had been sleeping together for about six years, since the last year in high school when he transferred, we’d been at it all through Uni too, and I still couldn’t get enough. I’d had a few sexual partners but none of them even came close Damon. We fit perfectly, shared the same sex drive and could separate the act from ridiculous feelings and emotions.
The door swung open and Damon stood before me in his birthday suit holding two mugs of coffee. He was also as body-confident as I was. Actually, he was definitely more of an exhibitionist. I, in no way, thought my body was perfect but I was happy enough and completely unashamed of what my mamma gave me.
My mind short-circuited for a second. So much perfection, dark hair, deep hazel eyes, muscles and ink and skin all wrapped up in one gorgeous, now lightly tanned package.
I regained my composure while inside I was still fanning myself. “Wow, you don’t get this kind of service at Starbucks.”
“I’m sure old Fred would take his kit off if you asked him.”
I had no doubt that the old pervert would. “I’m sure he’d do it even if I didn’t,” I replied turning my nose up. “But I think I prefer your six-pack to his saggy beer belly.”
“Oh, thank you,” Damon said, smirking and setting the drinks down on the side table. “Lay down, Nell, this is going to be quick and hard. I don’t want the coffee going cold.”
Who was I to argue with a pre-coffee quickie?
After spending two hours in bed we finally got up and got dressed. Damon seemed in no rush to get me out of the door and as long as he wasn’t looking as though he was bored of me I wasn’t going anywhere. We were lounging on his sofa, eating ice cream and watching The Godfather movies. It was the perfect way to spend the day getting reacquainted.
“Are you back at work tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yeah, could really do with another week off, though.”
Couldn’t we all. Damon was one of those bloody annoying people that found their perfect job right out of university. I knew he worked hard for it and he deserved it but I couldn’t help feeling like a failure next to him.
“You love your job.”
He nodded. “I’d still rather my job was getting you naked at every opportunity.”
“How is it not?” When we were alone my clothes came off.
Laughing he dug the spoon in the tub of cookie dough. “True. Can you blame me?”
“I cannot,” I replied, winking. “So, how many girls did you get naked in Kavos?”
“Two.”
“Per day?”
“No, two total.”
What? “But Kavos is where you go to get laid. How did you only score two?”
He shrugged. “Don’t remember a whole lot of it to be honest and I think actually the last one only took her top off. Pretty sure I was too drunk the entire time. Doug won, he allegedly bagged nineteen.”
“Shut up. That’s what…two point seven women a day.”
“I think you underestimate how loose everyone in Kavos is. But he could well be bullshitting. Your maths is shit hot by the way.”
“I’m thinking he lied. And I know, shame I don’t want to do anything maths-y.”
“Maths-y?”
“I don’t know, teach it or something.”
“You won’t always be in that job, Nell.”
“I won’t. I have to remind myself of that thirty thousand times a day. There are millions of people out there that hate their jobs, I’m just one of them for now.”
“That’s the spirit. If things get too bad I’ll hire you. In fact I’d hire you right now.”
“Ha, no thanks, prostitution is illegal.”
His eyes darkened. “I wasn’t thinking of like that… although I am now. I mean it, you’re sharp, intelligent, seemingly awesome at maths, confident and perfectly capable of turning your hand to most things. You have a business degree going to waste and I know for a fact my boss would have you on the team.”
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted but I couldn’t work for or with Damon, no way. We shared a bodily fluids and hung out. I liked our arrangement, we slept together and went on with our individual lives, and becoming colleagues would only blur the lines of the carefully crafted relationship we had.
“Thank you but I don’t think it’s a good idea. Besides, I want to work my way up independently. I appreciate you wanting to help but this has to be something I do alone.”
He leant over and gave me a kiss. His lips were cold and tasted like ice cream. I licked mine, which made his eyes smoulder.