“It’s not being difficult to refuse unexpected gifts.”
“It is from where I’m sitting.”
Sighing, I pulled the box back in front of me and opened it up again. It was a nice watch. Far nicer than my old one. UnderMac’s determined stare, I pulled it from the box and wrapped it around my wrist. “I’ll pay you for it.”
“If you want to be a dick, you will. Or… you could just accept it for the gift it is, like a normal person would.” Mac picked up his fork and started eating.
“Thank you.”
He smiled around a mouthful of food. “Now, if only you’d said that five minutes ago, instead of making it into a drama, life would be much simpler. You’re acting like you’ve never received a gift before.”
Watch now fastened, I made a start on my food. “While we’re discussing annoying habits, now seems as good a time as any to ask about one of yours.”
“Mine?” Mac seemed genuinely surprised by the concept that there could be anything less than perfect about him.
“Yours.” I jerked my chin to where he’d left his phone on the table. “The look you get on your face sometimes when someone messages you. And the times it rings where you don’t answer it. Someone has obviously upset you.” Mac’s mouthful of food seemed to take a long time to chew while he contemplated my question. Long enough that I could tell what avenue his thoughts had traveled down. “I’d rather you told me it was none of my business than you lied.”
“It’s my ex,” he finally admitted.
“Right.”
“She thinks we’re getting back together.”
“And are you?” I kept my face as expressionless as I could. “Because while this thing between us is fun, I draw the line at cheating, so I’d rather know, if that’s the case.”
“You just said yourself,” Mac pointed out, “that I look upset when it rings. Does that look like the face of a man desperate to get back together with his ex?”
“No.”
“There you go, then. That answers your question.”
“Why don’t you tell her to stop contacting you?” Apparently, that was funny, Mac’s laughter going on for some time. I kept eating while I waited for him to return to some semblance of normality.
“You think I haven’t?”
“Were you too polite?”
“No.”
“Could she have not understood?”
“No.”
“So… what’s her game?”
“You’d have to ask her that.”
“So your plan is to hide in Paris until she gets bored?”
“Something like that,” Mac admitted.
Mac was on his knees, proving he wasn’t just a quick learner, but that he also had a fantastic memory when my phone rang. He pulled off my cock with a wet pop to stare at my phone. I reached for it, ninety-five percent of my attention still on the man between my thighs, promising to take me to heaven and back.
“Unknown number,” I said, letting my phone drop back on the cushion. “Nothing to worry about.” When Mac didn’t immediately take the hint, I wrapped a hand round the back of his neck and tugged his head forward. “Come on. You promised me an orgasm.”
Mac resisted being pulled back onto my cock as my phone continued to ring. “You should probably answer it.”
“Like this?” I waved a hand at my fully erect cock, half of its length still spit-slick from Mac’s ministrations.
