Page 17 of Just Like You
“I’d rather come get it in person. I got back from the States yesterday; just need to get my car keys and I will come to you.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
This man. Infuriating. From the very first moment I’d met him.
“Look, Kieron. No. I don’t do repeats. I don’t do any kind of…friendship.”
“So you’re just going to keep my watch. Hold it ransom for…exactly what? What do you want, Julian?”
“Nothing!” I shrieked again. “I don’t want your watch. I want to ship it back to you and forget this ever happened.”
“Fine,” he said. I could hear him moving in his chair. Wherever he was sat. In his office.
“An address, Kieron.”
“When is your next flight?”
“Maldives, tomorrow,” I said before I could stop myself. Shit. I’d walked into a trap here, hadn’t I?
“Very nice. I quite fancy a holiday.”
“No.” I laughed. “Absolutely not.”
“I’ll buy a ticket. Sit in economy and behave like a good boy. Then, when we get there? I get to spend time with you again. Properly. Have a meal, talk. Get to know each other.”
“Kieron, what kind of dream world do you live in? It doesn’t work like that.”
“It does in my world.”
“And what is your world?” I was laughing, as my stomach knotted itself into iron chains.
“Julian, you’re really nice. You’re also a professional, a skilled human being, and you’re…” He had to swallow. Half a cough hitting me through the airways, followed by a door closing. “Sorry, not sure I want the rest of the office to hear this conversation, but as I was saying.”
“Kieron,” I warned again.
“You’re just…exactly the kind of… I really…”
I had him. Flustered, and the thrill of that was… Fuck. I was laughing again.
“You want to fuck me again.”
“More than fuck you again.” He laughed. “I want to spend however many days you lot have in the Maldives, lying in bed with you. Because… I…”
“Kieron,” I said sternly. “I’m an out gay man. I don’t do relationships, and I am not, in any shape or form, looking for a sugar daddy. So you can reel that thought straight back in.”
“Not offering.” He smiled.
“I have a Rolex Daytona Ghost in my hand, telling me differently.”
“You know your watches.”
“I do.”
“I’m wearing an AD Titanium Royal Oak today,” he said, casually. Like, with no meaning whatsoever.
“Which one?” I questioned, like on automatic.
