Page 154 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Porn. Only with each other. We could make money and have fun at the same time. A win-win. Oh no, though. Your mother might see it.”
Devan laughed. “Yeah because my mother watches gay porn all the time.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Jonty, I was kidding. She—”
“Mum’s the word. I get it. We could open a detective agency. From what I understand, most of their work is following cheating spouses and taking pictures to prove the infidelity. Imagine getting paid for taking pictures of big dicks. I’d love that.”
“No.”
“Run a gay bar?”
“No.”
“Yoga instructors?”
“Can you do yoga?”
“No.”
“Then no.”
“Ghostbusters? Though if we actually found a ghost, you’d have to deal with it.”
“No.”
“Mr Negative!”
“Well, suggest something that’s actually possible.”
“Do you like your job?” Jonty whispered. “You told me you were a quantitative analyst.”
“I was, I am, I stretched the truth.”
“I know it has something to do with risks and money and computers, but what exactly is it? Short version. I have a terrible attention span.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“Liar. What’s for breakfast?”
Devan smiled. “A quant develops complex mathematical models used by financial firms to make decisions about investments, risk management and pricing. I went straight from studying maths and computer science at university into trading. But I was getting pigeonholed in the field I was in, plus it was stressful, and when I was offered the chance to work for and invest in the hotel group, I took it. What I do now is work out whether a potential purchase is a good investment.”
“Can you do it freelance, not just with hotels, but anything?”
“Yes.”
“So you could set up a business and I could be your sexy assistant.”
“Doing what?”
“Making coffee, coming up with endless ways to de-stress you. You could train me to do what you do. I might have to conquer the nine times table first. Oh God, is it all computer code work? I’d be too tempted to flick onto Pornhub. I’d better stick to stress release.” Jonty shifted against Devan’s cock.
Devan clutched Jonty’s hips and held him still. “You asked me what I wanted to happen. I want you. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us together.”
“Without using rope?”
“Only words.”
