Chapter 5

Fuck!

I had almost kissed Rich, and not only that, but I got the impression he was going to kiss me too. That was going to make things interesting later when I thought of him as I stroked my dick.

Instead, my phone rang. It was Annie.

“Hello, babe.” I grinned down the phone.

“Listen, I thought I was going to get this work finished up by now, but they’re talking about us still having another few hours of work ahead. Do you want to hold off on heading over to mine?”

“Sure. If anything changes, will you give me a ring?” I felt like I’d been busted. Nervously, I looked over my shoulder to where Rich was standing with his back to me, finishing off the curry he had started earlier.

“Yeah, sweets. I’ll call if anything changes. Better go. Love you!”

“Love you too!” I replied, and she hung up. I turned to Rich. “Uh, that was Annie.”

He didn’t even look at me. “She’s going to be late?”

“Yeah.” I suddenly felt childlike and awkward.

“You’re welcome to stay and still have curry with me if you like. I mean, you don’t have to rush off. Not if you don’t want to.”

I didn’t really want to leave. The opposite was true; I wanted to stay in his company. Ideally, we would get right back to there we had been right before Annie called me. Biting my lip, my mind raced with all the ‘could have been’ ideas it was throwing my way.

“I’d like that,” I said softly, and Rich glanced over his shoulder at me. I could have sworn the look he gave me was positively primal, but he looked away again and went back to cooking.

Disappearing out into the hall, I headed upstairs to the bathroom. Once behind the closed door, I lost it, whispering to myself in a rant.

“Fuck, what are you thinking! This is Rich, for Christ’s sake! You can’t cross that line. You need to get a grip of yourself.” I stared at myself in the mirror. I took a deep breath in and puffed it back out again. “Liam Park, this is your best friend’s father. You do not fancy Rich. You do not fancy Rich. You do not fancy Rich…”

“Liam, curry’s ready!” Rich’s voice echoed up the stairs and I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before flushing the loo and washing my hands to hide the fact I’d been up there talking to myself. I took a deep breath, adjusted my cock in my jeans, and headed back downstairs, repeating my mantra as I did.