Page 114 of Their Courtesan
“He’s not a bad guy…” When Seth glared at him, Zack held up his hands. “I’m just saying. Put aside your pissing contest bullshit and my point still stands. He’s been nothing but nice to me since he started coming down to the marina. You liked him before you found out, didn’t you?”
“Beside the point.”
“Not really. Although you never told me that Judith had such a great ass.”
“I swear I am going to ram your head through a Rembrandt.”
“From what I know about the man… he would appreciate that from his grave.”
“Don’t tell me you actually studied those photos.”
“I may… or I may not have. Like how you come in here and stare at paintings all day, I like to stare at my fair share of images.”
“Those pics were pornographic trash.”
“Yeah, but they were good pornographic trash.” Zach lowered his voice as a small group of kids wandered by. “All right. So it’s a deal. I’ll go stag with you to the wedding. That will make it easier for me to pick up chicks anyway.”
“What the hell is it like to be a merciless playboy, anyway?”
“Honestly? Kinda boring. In a way I envy you. You may be sharing your woman, but at least you have one you’re in love with. I’m getting tired of this. I’m gonna be thirty soon. Maybe it is time I start settling down…” He grinned. “Nah.”
“I’m sure you’ll find the perfect woman for you soon enough. Who knows? She might even be at the wedding.” Seth sighed, dramatically – and on purpose. “I know mine will be.”
“Fuckinggag.”
The security guard shot them another glare. One of the kids’ mothers gasped. Sheepish Zack apologized and pretended to be enthralled with the world of Rembrandt. Seth went back to staring at the replication of Danaë, wondering if his depictions of Judith ever came across that truthfully.
