Page 38 of Convenient Rivals

“Something about an obligation to a childhood friend.”

Oscar groaned, wondering what else she’d said.

“Look, I know mothers like to interfere – mine is no better – but it was the first time a mother trying to set me up with her son asked me if I was a Dom Top.”

Oscar spluttered his drink, his face heating with embarrassment. He was going to kill her, and whoever had informed his mother of his sexual preferences.

“Just so you know,” said Daniel, leaning forward. “I definitely check that box.”

Oscar burst out laughing. Daniel looked surprised, then laughed alongside him.

“Tell me about this guy,” said Daniel.

“Really? Why?”

“You seem pretty smitten and I’m an old romantic.”

“How old are you? My mother didn’t get into those details. Just implied you’d fling me round the bedroom.”

Daniel chuckled. “Oh, I’d do that,” he smiled.

This guy was one hell of a flirt, but also seemed to be cool about the situation they’d been put in.

“I’m forty-five.”

Oscar would have pegged him as being ten years younger.

“And still single?” he asked.

“Divorced.”

“Oh. She didn’t mention that either.”

“What did she tell you about me?”

“You built your own law firm, which is now very successful, the bedroom thing, and erm... your name.”

They both laughed at that.

“And you still came and met me?”

“I would not see you stood up on New Year’s Eve,”

“Wow!”

“What?”

“That’s just incredibly kind, and considerate.”

Oscar flushed, feeling awkward. “It’s what anyone would do.”

“No, it’s not. Damn, this... what’s his name?”

“Gregory.”

“Gregory, must really be something. Tell me about him.”

“He’s... well... for starters, he hates me.”

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