“Err, thank you for that. Accepted,” Devon says momentarily at a loss but recovers quickly, as he does, and quips, “What, you were even surprised about the God Complex part? I thought I had you pegged.”
“Don’t push your luck, boy. I don’t hold the same affection for you as my charge does,” CK warns but I know he would rather rip off his own head than follow through on any threat towards Devon. He feels, inaccurately I might add, that he can threaten Cole all he likes because he is new to me, but he does know better than to mess with my darling boy. Which reminds me…
“Thank you. That was good of you,” I say to him. “But you owe Cole an apology too.”
He grunts at me, but then grins winningly. “Will I get a reward for my good behavior?”
“Certainly. What would you like?” I ask, enjoying the game.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, so low that only I can hear him. I giggle and almost blush at his words and say, “Done,” to his delight.
“The gods, you two are insatiable,” Devon says.
“You aren’t kidding,” Sebastian pipes up, suddenly rejoining the conversation. “You should have fucking heard them last week. Or should that be heard them fucking. Christ. I didn’t think it was going to end.”
“It was make-up sex,” I say haughtily, as CK looks somewhere between smug and embarrassed.
“No, that was normal,” CK amends and now it’s my turn to look embarrassed. “Don’t be shy, my sweet. We are pretty fucking hot together,” he says, repeating his words from months before.
I flush at the memory. “Yes, we are,” I say softly.
“Well, while we are at it,” Lincoln says slyly, “I think Liv and I are pretty fucking hot together as well.”
I snort into my hand at that comment that has stopped traffic. “Yes, we are, sweetie,” I say to him and he beams.
“What about me?” Devon asks, pouting.
“Pretty fucking hot,” I say, and he lights up.
“Well, as fascinating as this conversation is, those of us who cannot comment are feeling somewhat left out,” Sebastian says.
I am so thankful that he has taken the high road and not dropped a bombshell on our happy time.
“Speak for yourself,” Scott interjects. “I am quite happy to sit this one out. That’s my boss you are all talking about.”
I have the g
race to look abashed as do the others, as yes, this is a highly inappropriate topic of conversation. “Sorry,” we all mumble.
He stands and straightens his jacket.
“Yes. Well, now that I have learned more than I care to, I will leave you all to your…hotness and go and play the numbers.”
“Have fun,” I say, and he smiles at me.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Mm, all our hotness?” Sebastian says slyly.
CK glares at him. “Get that thought out of your head.”
“Must I? I am quite intrigued as to what all the fuss is about,” he says to me innocently. He is a damned good actor; I’ll give him that much. Mind you, two thousand seven hundred and sixty years will probably do that to a person.
“The fuss is fucking incredible,” CK says and stands, pulling me up with him. “And with that we will leave you to go and…make a fuss.”
“Dev, don’t forget to come up later,” I call back to him as CK pulls me away.
“Much later,” CK shouts out as we leave the dining room.