Page 15 of Benji

And, if I was being honest, it kinda bugged me that Nolan could ignore me walking back and forth. But he intrigued me, and in the end, it got the best of me.

Now, normally I avoided all personal questions, but one thing in particular begged to be asked.

“So, Nolan,” I began. I waited for him to look up from his laptop screen. “Any boyfriend or partner who might take issue with me being here?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting me to ask that. He blinked in surprise. “Ah, no.” He shook his head. “None. Work keeps me busy enough.”

I pulled out a seat at the end of the dining table. “Do you cruise Oxford Street often?”

He closed his laptop and smirked. “Not really, no. When the need arises.”

When he needed sex, that was.

“You go to that exclusive club? The 180 on Wylde?”

His eyes met mine, holding my gaze. “Yes.”

“I saw you go in last night,” I admitted.

He grinned, keeping eye contact. “I saw you too.”

“I thought you might have been interested before your friend led you inside.”

He barked out a laugh, his cheeks pinking a little. “I, uh, I don’t recall.”

I snorted. “Is that a lawyer defence line?”

He smirked as he ran his thumb across the lip of his laptop. “I’m not at liberty to say.”

That made me laugh. “So, big bad lawyer, huh?” Ilooked pointedly around his living room. “You must be good at it.”

He looked up at me then. “I am.”

Hm. Confident. I liked that. “So, what do you do for fun?”

He drew a deep breath in and sighed on the exhale. “Fun... I don’t really do anything for fun. I go to the gym, though that feels like a chore most days. I stopped playing cricket when I tore my hamstring.”

“Fair enough.” I nodded slowly. “Do you read? Go to the movies?” I shrugged. “Trying to think of what normal people do for fun. I’m not too familiar.”

“Normal people?”

“Yeah, people like you.”

“I’m not sure if normal is appropriate for anyone as it implies someone who is abnormal.”

I snorted out a laugh. “Sorry. Forgot I was dealing with a lawyer.”

He smiled. “What about you? What do you do for fun?”

“Well, we don’t have a sex worker’s cricket team, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

He chuckled. “You should start one. No reason why you can’t.”

I counted off my fingers. “Registration fees, uniforms, sporting goods.”

He winced. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Can’t say cricket would be my first choice anyway, so it’s really fine.”

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