Page 21 of Reinventing Cato
Vigge gave a loud laugh. He hadn’t figured Cato out yet, and it was… refreshing. It had been a long while since anyone had flirted with him. Maybe it was just an indication of what the rest of the journey would be like. One long flirt until they were back in the city. He’d drop Cato off and never seen him again. This would just be a memory of what might have been.
Unless… Vigge suspected that it was up to him if he wanted to make it more. Cato had made his interest clear. But what opportunity did they have? Unless he manufactured one.Too tired to drive?
“What do you do for fun?” Cato asked.
“I don’t get much time for fun.”
“No dangerous hobbies?”
Vigge glanced at him. “You’re only interested in those that are dangerous?”
Cato shrugged. “They tend to be the interesting ones. My oldest brother’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie. He kitesurfs, brilliantly. Does all these twists and spins and jumps over the sea. His boyfriend’s apparently more of a surfer, but he bought Devan a new kite for Christmas so they can fly together.”
“You and your brother are both gay?”
“He’s gay. I’m bi and so is our younger brother, Griff. But my parents did get two het girls who have kids so they’re happy.”
Lucky you.
“Are you in a relationship?” Cato asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“No time.”
“Really? That’s a crap excuse.”
Yes, it was. Hewasbusy, but he could make time. He just chose not to. “What about you?”
“No. But I was. They were at the party last night and wanted to rekindle what we had.”
“They?” Vigge glanced at him.
“I have a…kinky side.”
“How kinky?”
“Well, I was getting fucked the other night, looked back and told the guy to turn off the light and stick it in my arse. He should probably have waited for the bulb to cool down first.”
Vigge laughed. “A kinky comic. So…they?”
Cato whined. “I thought I’d distracted you with that terrible joke. Clearly, the Spanish Inquisition is alive and well. Okay. I was in a threesome with a bi guy and a straight woman. Max and I had been off and on for quite a while, and we were on again when Louise slunk into his life. They ended up getting married and I wasn’t wanted. There. That’s some of my dirty laundry washed, though sadly not ironed. But I learnt a valuable lesson. Don’t put pink clothes in with blue ones because the colours run.”
Vigge was surprised how much it annoyed him that Cato had been hurt.
“No more threesomes?” Vigge asked.
“Not with a woman. Not with a guy either, come to think of it. Three men doesn’t seem a good idea. Well, I can see how it might. In the past, I’ve… well… but…not anymore.”
“What do you do for a living?” Vigge took a sip of his coffee, which was now a drinkable temperature.
“See if you can work it out. Ten questions.”
“Model?”
Cato laughed. “Are you serious? Or just trying to flatter me? I can’t keep still long enough. Nor can I keep my mouth shut.”
