Page 13 of His Dirty Obsession
“Come here, Benji. Where’ve you been? I’ve been here since three.”
“You said four, Ava.”
She looked puzzled but pulled me in for a hug anyway. “It’s good to see you, and I’m glad you said yes to tonight. Been far too long.”
I hugged her back, squeezing her slight frame. My sister was nothing like me. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed and just about four feet ten.
Sitting at the table next to her, I poured myself a glass of wine, sniffing at it before drinking. She always had good taste in wine, and I took another drink of the Sauvignon Blanc, savouring the flavour.
“So, how’s it working out with Xavier?”
Straight to the point, that was Ava.
“He’s, erm, doing OK. Makes coffee in the morning when he’s around. I cook for him in the evening if he’s not auditioning or rehearsing.” And I couldn’t stop obsessing about the man and what I’d like to do with his very veiny, very thick cock. Of course I didn’t add that; it probably wouldn’t go down well.
“I thought you’d like him. He’s a good guy, one of the nicer actors I’ve come across. Doesn’t hurt that he’s fit as fuck either. Not that he’d be interested in me, mind.”
I burst into a fit of coughing at her last comment. Just what the hell did she mean by that? I supposed I’d kind of guessed from his actions the past few days, but she could have at least warned me.
Slapping me on the back in a vain attempt to help me, she looked at me innocently.
“Did I not tell you he was gay?”
“No, you did not,” I said, still struggling to catch my breath.
“Well, technically speaking, I think he’s bi, or maybe he’s pan, I can’t rightly recall now. Anyway, I know he’s been with guys and the occasional girl.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” I was astounded. Surely this was something I should have known.
“What difference would it have made?” She looked at me, eyes wide, and I had to concede she had a point. It didn’t make one jot of difference.
“You’re right. It’d make none whatsoever.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that, Mr High and Mighty over there. Now drink up, and I’ll order us another bottle. Same again?” She hopped off the bar stool and fought her way to the bar. Small she might be, but she got to the bar in no time and was back with another two bottles.
“You know there’s only two of us, right?” Three bottles between the two of us would be catastrophic.
“Oh, I invited a few others to join us. It’s been ages since we’ve had a night out. I thought I’d make it a good one.”
By the time we got to the bottom of the second bottle, I was well on my way to being a happy drunk. Two of Ava’s friends had joined us, girls she’d worked with in various theatres across the West End.
The music had increased in volume too, and we needed to shout to hear ourselves. She tugged on my arm, snagging my attention.
“We’re going to go down to the pub that does the karaoke. You coming?” It was almost seven, and I desperately needed some food.
“Can we get something to eat on the way? I’m starving.” She nodded, and I saw her gesticulate to her friends and them nod in agreement.
Food first then. Angelino’s Pizza was the nearest place to the pub, and we piled in, grabbing the last table. We sat gazing at the menu, all of us deciding on a few different pizzas to share between us and another bottle of wine.
“Hey, isn’t that Xavier over there, behind that big bush?” Ava spoke a little too loudly, and I slapped my hand over her mouth before she embarrassed us all.
I looked over to where she was so rudely pointing and had to concede, yes, it was him. He was with a group of guys, and they were all laughing, tucking into enormous plates of pasta, pints of beer in front of them all.
Ava extricated herself from my hand and got to her feet. I watched as she swayed over to them, dragging a chair from a nearby table and sitting down.
I had no clue what she was saying and could have died when Xavier looked over to where we sat, a cheerful smile on his face and mischief in his eyes.
“He’s so fucking hot.” Meredith, Ava’s friend, voiced my thoughts as she eye-fucked him from where she sat.
