Carla grinned. “If it makes you feel any better, I really spent the weekend at a sci-fi convention in Milton Keynes with Darren.”
Scott burst into fits of laughter. “You faker.”
“Who told you?”
They both carried on giggling. Carla at a sci-fi convention took some imagination.
“The things we do for love, eh?” Scott said, wiping his eyes.
“We met an Ewok and a Klingon,” Carla explained. “Darren turned into a blubbering mess. Good job I love him.”
“I hope the sex still happened.”
Carla winked at him. “A hotel room away from the kids and a nerdy husband all fired up? Believe me, it happened all right.”
As his sexual frustration took a tighter grip, Scott had also spent a lot of time that weekend wondering what sex with Prin would be like. Yes, he was quiet but already Scott had discovered hidden depths. He had to admit that he was yearning to see what it would be like when all the inhibitions were dropped.
He snapped to attention when the main door opened.
“Fucking hell,” he said.
Barry and Amanda stood there for a second before walking into the office holding hands. They were bold as brass.
Carla followed his gaze. To be fair, everyone in the office seemed stunned. Barry and Amanda acted as if nothing was happening. Instead, they walked across the floor.
Once at a desk, Amanda sat down and Barry leant forward to kiss her.
“Have a wonderful day,” Barry said.
“Thank you,” Amanda replied. “You too.”
Barry headed off toward the canteen like he did every morning.
Scott caught Amanda’s eye and winked. She exhaled slowly and winked back.
“No fucking way,” Carla said.
Scott shrugged. “I’ve known for ages. Good luck to them.”
As he resumed his work, Prin walked past him. They shared a glance. Scott forced a smile on his face.
Yes, he certainly did fancy Prin Lum. Now he needed to find out if that feeling went both ways.
TEN
PRIN
Prin frowned at his computer. Scott had sent him a meeting invite, the location being the men’s changing rooms again. Terror swept through him. Ever since Saturday’s incident, Prin had been obsessing over every little thing both he and Scott had said or done in that storeroom. Prin was terrified that Scott would make a complaint.
On Saturday night Jeremy, his neighbour, had asked him over for dinner. He’d refused. They both knew that Jeremy had an ulterior motive. Prin had vowed that they wouldn’t end up in bed together and he meant to stick to it.
Even Colin had tried to get him to come out. Again, Prin had declined. The whole kiss would be picked over and analysed. He didn’t have the strength.
When Prin had problems, he tended to retreat. Nanny had always said it wasn’t healthy. Prin disagreed. Focusing solely on a big problem usually drew out the solution. Not this time though.
He couldn’t decide if Scott had been winding him up or if the kiss had been genuine. It had sure felt like it to Prin. However, he’d only been kissed by Jeremy recently and that wasn’t alwaysthe most pleasurable experience. For a man in his late forties, Jeremy’s technique was severely lacking.
Elliott was already in the office, as was Richard, although father and son did not appear to be speaking. The rest of the team were not there yet.
