"I can’t, I have –"
"Oh, Christ, Aidan, you can spare an hour or two. Come on! Oscar and Dixon are going to meet us in twenty minutes." He straightened and looked at me expectantly.
"Fine," I sighed and walked around my desk. I stopped at Amy’s desk to go over a few quick things before leaving with James.
As we stood waiting for the car to pull up to the curb, I caught sight of a girl with long brown hair. I knew it wasn’t Lilli, but it brought on another round of dirty thoughts.
"Well, well, well…" James chuckled.
"What?" I glared.
"Someone’s definitely less frustrated," he chuckled, again.
"I don’t know what you are –"
"You got laid, didn’t you?" James grinned mischievously.
"What?" My eyes felt like they would escape from my lids at any moment.
The car pulled up and we climbed in.
"It’s about damn time." He relaxed back into the seat. "So, did you get yourself a mistress or were you finally able to persuade the Missus to put out?" He raised his brow.
"I’m not discussing this with you." I shook my head.
"Then that’s a yes to Lilli finally putting out." He smirked.
"I never said –"
"You didn’t have to. If it were a mistress, you would still be stressed and acting over-dramatic." I was about to argue but he continued. "I know you. So, that means you and the wife are finally having sex." The car pulled up to a curb and stopped for us to get out. "And, shall I just say…" he climbed out and I followed, "It’s about fucking time!" He slapped his hand to my shoulder.
"What’s about fucking time?" Dixon’s boisterous voice came out of nowhere.
"Golden boy got himself some action." James smiled widely. I cringed at what Dixon was going to say.
"It’s about fucking time." Dixon laughed.
"What?" I looked at Dixon shocked.
"Hell, dude, if you didn’t get laid soon, I was going to personally offer my services."
James almost ran into the door after Dixon's comment.
"Dude, seriously, did you have to go there?" James shook his head.
"Who is going where?" Oscar questioned. He leaned against the wall at the entrance of the restaurant.
"Oh, Aidan finally got laid and Dixon considered servicing Aidan," James blurted like it was just normal lunch conversation.
Oscar raised an eyebrow at me.
"You would choose Dixon over me?" He laughed. "I’m insulted."
"Jesus, when did you all become homos?" James turned and looked at us.
"You’re just jealous because you can’t have me." I laughed. "We’re related and that’s just wrong." Dixon and Oscar burst into laughter as we sat at our private table.
"So, Lilli or another woman?" Oscar asked, sitting back and crossing his legs. Dixon scowled.
"I’m not discussing this." I picked up the menu.
"Well, that means Lilli." Dixon laughed. I shot him a look. "Sorry," he shrugged. "All I can tell you is don’t fucking hurt her." His face was serious; his eyes showing that he meant what he said.
"I wouldn’t hurt her, Dixon, not intentionally." I took a deep breath. "I’m pretty sure it won’t happen again."
"It has to," James blurted. I gave him a curious look. "You have to have a kid. Remember?"
I eyeballed James for a few minutes. He was acting strange. The waitress appeared for our drink orders and pulled my attention away from him.
"Did you suck so bad she won’t let you near her again or had it been so long you came in like two minutes?" Dixon laughed after our waitress left for our drinks.
I chuckled and shook my head.
"Look, it happened, but I can already feel the tension coming off of her in waves. I’m pretty sure the next few days will be filled with avoidance." I rolled my neck to release the tension building.
"Have you ever thought about treating her like a wife, or even a girlfriend?" Oscar raised his brow.
"Huh?"
"Jesus, Aidan, you are so clueless when it comes to women!" Dixon laughed out.
"Have you ever taken her on a date, gotten her flowers, shit like that?" James asked over his water glass.
"No, I guess…well, I guess things were just so quick –"
"Look, I’m not trying to promote that you scam on my best friend for sex, so if that’s what this is, I will fuck you up and then fuck you two up for helping him out!" Dixon was in serious mode again.
"I’m not trying to help him –"
"Dixon, I told you, I’m not trying to hurt her, fuck her over, or even use her. Yes, we have an arrangement, but I do care about her. She’s a great person and we’re married, living together, sleeping in the same bed, and not having sex with anyone else. So, what’s wrong with having sex with each other? Especially when we’ll have to eventually discuss having a kid."
"You have to discuss it?" James interrupted. "You told everyone it was already being taken care of," James hissed so low I don’t know if Oscar and Dixon could hear him.