Page 36 of Honorable Convictions
“Bottle green,” Mitchell murmured, flexing his fingers, which had curled into fists ready to pound two of his closest friends into unrecognizable lumps.
Noah scoffed. “That sure fits.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Peter demanded as Mitchell opened his mouth to ask the very same question.
“There’s about as much warmth in his eyes as a piece of glass. His gaze is cold and dead.”
“We’re all dead, dumbass,” Peter retorted.
“Let’s just focus on what’s pissing off Mitchell.”
Since it was the two jackasses in his office that were currently spoiling his mood, Mitchell said nothing as they stared at him. “What?”
“It’s a personal issue? Tell us. Maybe we can help.”
“I’ll figure it out. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Lies. If it were that simple, you wouldn’t be ready to throttle someone,” Peter accused. “We’re not going to leave until you tell us.”
“I’ve got work to do.”
“Who doesn’t? So, what’s the deal? You’re a ‘fuck ’em and leave ’em’ guy, which is smart since you haven’t met your mate. Someone playing hard to get or something?” Noah asked.
Mitchell’s mouth quirked without thought. Pierson was playing the ultimate game of hard to get. It was a wonder Mitchell’s dick hadn’t simply shriveled into nothing given how long he’d waited for Pierson.
“He’s grinning. You must’ve hit the nail on the head,” Peter commented.
“We can solve this,” Noah promised. “Male or female?”
“Why does that matter?” Peter inquired.
“Because sometimes you have to woo them differently. For a female, you buy them flowers and maybe a nice bottle of wine. A dude is easier. Buy tickets to a game or go to the bar for a beer.”
“That’s so sexist, I don’t know how you ever get laid,” Peter remarked, studying Noah with an air of pity. “You ask your intended a few questions to get to know them a little. Maybe the lady in question likes baseball or the gentleman prefers roses to lilies.”
“It’s just sex, Malcolmson. You do what’s going to get you laid and move on. That romance shit is for your mate.”
“I say you should make even the people you meet for sex feel special.”
“And how often do you have sex compared with me?” Noah demanded.
“As a gentleman, I don’t kiss and tell. Nor do I keep count. When I want to have sex, I move forward in the appropriate manner with the man who catches my eye.”
“You’d have more success with females with your penchant for buying flowers.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “I’m gay, Cavendish.”
“Can’t you guys have this argument in one of your offices?” Mitchell asked.
“Sorry, we got off topic,” Peter said. “So, you’re trying to catch someone, is that it?”
“I suppose I am,” Mitchell replied. “He’s proving to be rather elusive.”
“You try buying him sports tickets?” Noah asked.
“Being a guy doesn’t mean he’s into sports,” Peter argued.
“Don’t overcomplicate things. Ask him who his favorite teams are and take him to a game.”
