Page 124 of Torrid Love
“She is,” he almost licks his lips.
“And she’s happily married and she has three boys,” I stress.
“I saw the hard-to-miss ring on her finger and she did point it out. I don’t touch what belongs to another man. Not to mention, she’s way too old for me, but she’s a curvaceous blonde, so that plays in her favor. What can I say? I’m a big ol’ flirt,” he flashes me a wolfish grin.
“Still on the same steady diet I see.” The harshness of my words surprises me.
“If it ain’t broke…”
“Right,” I say. “To answer your question, my brothers are big time now. UTV.com is breaking new ground. Major networks and cable stations don’t like how they’re shaking up the status quo.”
“Wow. They’re behind that?”
“They’re more low profile than me,” I laugh.
“We can’t all be rock royalty.”
“Indeed,” I smile. “Yeah, Rory’s wife is the one responsible for their impressive roster of in-house produced programs and films. Her idea paid off. That’s what sets them apart from their Goliath competitors.”
That’s where Loki and I cut our teeth in the production department. Dom apprenticed there as well.
“Good for them,” Gideon nods. “Wow, Rory put a noose around his neck. Did she put a gun to his head?” Gideon smirks.
“No, Rory has always been the stable one. I was the wild card with anger management issues and Roark was kind of in between.”
“Did Roark lose his balls as well?”
“You mean is he married?”
“What else?”
“No, he’s still single.”
“I don’t have to ask about you. I’m sure you’re wrecking pussy everywhere you go.”
“Actually, I’m in a committed relationship.”
Gideon’s eyes bulge out of his skull. “A what? Please tell me that’s a disease.”
“I’m seeing someone.”
“No shit?” his eyes drop to my left hand.
“I’m not married, but I’m off the market.”
“Jesus Christ. I leave LA for five years and it all goes to hell. Who’s responsible for castrating you?”
“I still have my balls—”
“Was there a state—or nationwide—mourning among women when you announced your cock would have to lower its standards and fuck only one pussy until you came to your senses?” he snorts.
I fail to see the humor.
Honestly, I can’t tell if he’s joking or if he’s being serious, but his tone irritates the fuck out of me.
“Gideon—”
His phone rings.
