Page 4 of Convenient Rivals

“Are you sure going out drinking is best? We could get a takeaway and watch some romance films.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t fooled for a second.

“We’re going out. End of discussion.”

Gregory knew better than to argue with Jason when he was determined. He also knew his baby brother well enough to know that it wouldn’t be long after they got to wherever they were going that Jason would hump the leg of some silver-fox daddy. Then Gregory could leave without Jason noticing.

“I found us a new place to go south of the river.”

“Where?”

“Only Vauxhall. You’ll still be able to see the water, and won’t come out in hives. They have themed nights,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Gregory groaned. “And what is tonight’s theme?”

“Nerds and Jocks.”

Gregory perked up before trying to hide his interest.

“Thought that would float your boat,” said Jason, smiling.

“You don’t really give off geek vibes, though, Jason.”

Jason reached into his bag and took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses, similar to Gregory’s own, and put them on.

“Pivot tables,” said Jason, cocking an eyebrow.

Gregory stared at him for a second before they both burst out laughing.

CHAPTER2

OSCAR

“You’ve got to get rid of him, Oscar.”

Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. Claire, his finance director, was right, but what could he do? His hands were tied. And now his mind was wandering to inappropriate places. God, he needed to get laid.

“What’s he done this time?” he asked, focussing back on the meeting.

“Told Jefferson to fuck off.”

“He did what?”

Jefferson was one of his biggest clients. Four years ago, he’d decided not to join his father’s business, but he’d needed investors to get started. He was determined not to use his trust fund. Paul Jefferson was one of those people who’d believed in him from the start. Yes, he’d probably done it to get one over on Oscar’s dad – those men hated each other with a passion – but since then, they had both made a lot of money.

“Do I need to call Paul to sort this out?” he asked.

“No, I dealt with it. You’re lucky he thinks the sun shines out your arse, but he doesn’t want to deal with Barty anymore. We’ll need to give the account to someone else.”

“I’ll take it.”

“You’re the CEO. You’re supposed to be doing CEO thingies, not managing accounts.”

“CEO thingies?”

“I don’t know what you do,” she said with a laugh.

“Hilarious. It’ll just be temporary until I get someone else in.”

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