Page 19 of Convenient Rivals

“What a minute. Hold the phone!”

“Okay, you really need to stop watchingDrag Race. You need some other references, dear.”

“Don’tdearme. Cheeky fucker.”

Oscar chuckled. Abby was very well spoken, so hearing her potty mouth always made him laugh. It was like hearing one of the royals swear, which they no doubt did, just not in public. Oscar was convinced Queen Camilla had a potty mouth.

“Yes, we hooked up twice. Once in his office, and the other at his brother’s birthday party. Now, that’s all you’re getting from me.”

“How hung is he?”

Oscar’s face felt like someone had thrown scalding hot water on it.

“Say no more,” said Abby with a smile. “I know you said he doesn’t want it to happen again, but what do you want?”

“That doesn’t matter, does it? Takes two to tango.”

“And you complain about my references.”

“Yes, of course I want to do it again. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“The best, eh? Better than the actuary with the playroom.”

Oscar groaned. “Why do I tell you anything?”

Abby cackled before asking the server for their bill, and Oscar glanced at his watch. They’d been here for almost three hours. The time just disappeared when they got together. Abby worked in the city as a senior underwriter. Her father had been CEO of one of the biggest Lloyd’s syndicates, and her ambition was to become CEO of a FTSE100 company. She’d not used any connections to get into the market, but applied for a grad programme straight out of university. She had a plan to be on the C-suite by the time she was thirty-five and was well on her way to doing that.

“Why don’t you just talk to him and see if he’d be up for a friends with benefits arrangement? Or enemies with benefits in your case.”

“He’s not my enemy.”

“So you say, but I bet the sex wouldn’t be as hot if he didn’t hate you so much.”

“Way to make a guy feel good about himself.”

“Just keeping it real.”

“Well, I need delusion please, bestie. And besides, he’s ignoring all my calls.”

Abby howled with laughter, which got them looks from other tables. Thankfully, they weren’t anywhere posh, so nowhere their parents frequented. The woman had no filter.

“You got ghosted? You, Oscar Montgomery? A walking sex god. Wow! I guess we’re all fucked.”

Their cute server arrived with their bill at that precise time, and tried his best to suppress a smile but failed. Oscar banged his head on the table, wanting the apocalypse to hurry and take him.

“It’s my turn, isn’t it?”

Oscar nodded, his head still on the table. His face was on fire, and he couldn’t look the server in the eyes. He wanted to get out of here as fast as possible and never come back, which was a shame as the food had been delicious.

“You can look up now. He’s gone.”

“I’ll get you back for that,” he said, looking her dead in the eyes.

She shivered. “How do you do that?”

“I learnt from the best.”

She laughed. “How is Victoria?”

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