Page 7 of Reflex
“There are other people out there who can give you what you want.I can’t.I can’t.It’s not about whether I can lift my hand.I don’t want to deal with the emotions of it.”
“That doesn’t sound very healthy.”
“I’m fine,” he said.“Celibacy works for me.I’m not looking to change that.”
“There’s no one else?”she asked, quietly.
“Alle, there’s no one else.And there won’t be.I ought to say goodnight.The guys will be wondering where I am.We’ve a party to get to, and I need to freshen up.”He also needed time to get his thoughts in line and his raging hormones back under control.Spook Mortensen did not go partying with a stiff dick.
She didn’t say anything to that, though he could hear her unhappy sighs on the other end of the line.
“Goodnight, Allegra.”Say goodnight, he willed her.
All he got was silence, and he was too much of a fucking gentleman to hang up.“Alle?”
“What?You can’t expect me to be happy.”
“No, of course I don’t expect that.I just don’t think… I don’t want to have a sexual relationship.Not with you.Not with anybody.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.I was there, I know what we shared.You were emotionally invested.You still are, or why are we having this conversation nine months later.And why are you fucking hard?”
If only there was an easy way to explain without goddamned explaining.
“Spook?Spook!Oh my God.SPOOOOOOK!”
The cries momentarily confused him, until he realised they weren’t coming from his mobile, and that they were getting louder.Fearfully, he glanced over his shoulder.Shit!How had they got around here?
“Alle, I have to go.”
Not one, not two—he could have handled that.Had done so on multiple occasions—but a whole demented crowd of fans were swarming towards him.Dammit, he was a bloody fool.A quick scout of the perimeter would have told him the yard wasn’t secure.There was a whole bloody panel missing where the fencing should have butted up to the wall.He was going to get fucking mauled, and the last thing he wanted right now was anyone touching him.
