“Anytime,” I replied, enjoying the way my hands fit comfortably in his.

8

Harvey

“There’s no way I’m going out with her,” I said after a minute.

“Oh, come on. It’s not like you to turn down a sure thing. Stop being picky and text her. I told her you would,” said Sadie.

I leaned back against my swivelling leather executive’s chair, my spine protesting as I stretched the muscles of my back. They were still aching after the lunchtime workout of front and back squats I’d managed to squeeze into my day. The ache was nice; I revelled in it, loving the way my body felt after a punishing set of heavy weights. It was almost akin to the feeling I got after pounding my cock into the sweetest pussy—almost, but not quite. A bit like the other night, I thought, remembering the cute little bartender who I’d used as a distraction. She hadn’t a tattoo or wayward piercing in sight. I’d worked my magic and been able to persuade her to drop her panties and let me take her up against the bar after closing. She’d squealed and held on tight, clutching the old-fashioned beer taps, occasionally grabbing too hard and letting the beer flow onto the sticky floor as I fucked her cunt.

I’d let my imagination run wild. She was the same height as Sara, the same heart shaped bottom… but the bartender wasn’t the real McCoy, and as much as I tried to pretend that the breasts I squeezed belonged to another, it was all just an illusion, a means to an end. A way to fulfil my fantasy without fucking up the growing relationship I had with my stepsister. And even thought we weren’t exactly on speaking terms at the moment, I couldn’t get her out of my head. It was probably best we’d had that fight; it had made me stay away. It should have given me the chance to cool down… but it was having the opposite effect.

Sadie tapped her pen against the pad she was holding, cutting through my train of thought and bringing me back. I groaned, my cock stiff beneath my desk from the memory. “David, put the girl out of her misery.”

“Let me look at her again,” I said and pulled up the dating site Sadie had insisted that I sign up to. She was determined to get me slice of the normal life, paired up and locked into a relationship forever. But I was happy as I was—what man wouldn’t be? Wasn’t I? Well, at least until the perfect specimen came along. Even then, would I ever consider giving up my bachelorhood?

“So, how long have you known this girl?”

“A few years. We went to uni together. Look if you don’t like her, all you have to do is tell her you’re busy. I’ll get shit from her, but what else is new? But she’s cute, no?”

I stared down at the woman’s picture and studied her slightly crooked nose, hooded lids and broad forehead. Definitely not my type, even if she was willing to spread her legs wide at my command. Freckles plagued her face, small and large, strewn over the curves of her cheekbones. My lip curled; even if I was looking for my everlasting mate right now, the woman on the screen was definitely not her. I had standards. I wanted someone perfect.

“You and I have very different definitions of cute.”

“I’d fuck her,” Sadie said sighing, her smile broadening as she recalled her college days. “But even after several shots and a couple pitchers of beer, she only ever had eyes for the lads, unfortunately.”

“She’s got freckles,” I said and shook my head. “She’s not my type, and I don’t want to waste my time dating her.”

“Fuck’s sake, Harvey, you’re not getting any younger, you know?”

I’d have fired anyone else on the spot for talking to me like that, but Sadie wasn’t just my assistant, she was practically my best friend and confidante. She meant well, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world.

With Sadie everything was easy. For over a decade she’d been by my side through thick and thin, and if it weren’t for her preference for woman, we would no doubt have fucked… and I would’ve probably ruined it all. No, even though sometimes I tell myself different, the kind of relationship I have with Sadie - the no fucking kind - was how it was supposed to be.

Finally giving up, Sadie got up from her chair and loomed over me, and if it weren’t for the determined look on her face, I would have laughed and pointed out that she couldn’t intimidate me. But I decided to keep my mouth shut and indulge her for a little longer.

“How about I set you up on a blind date instead? It worked out the last time,” she said.

“Barely,” I remarked. “The girl almost choked to death on my cock. And she wouldn’t swallow!”

“There’s more to life than getting your dick sucked.”

“How would you know? You don’t have one.”

“I bet my strap-on is bigger than yours!” she said with her hands upon her slim hips.

I almost spluttered out the coffee I’d just taken a sip of, but I recovered and got it down.

“Jesus, Sadie, keep saying shit like that and you’ll give me no choice but to bend you over this desk and punish you,” I said, watching her chuckle, her beautiful eyes full of mischief. My cock pulsed at the thought; she’d look beautiful riding the end of my dick.

She threw her head back and laughed, “Ah, Harvey, you’re just not my type.”

“Don’t you have work to do, anyway?” I said, eager for her to leave me; I had business to take care of. No point wasting a good hard on, I thought.

That got me a sigh.

“Yeah, fine. But tell me this, when are you going to settle down?” she challenged me.

I grinned. That was an easy question. “When I find the right woman. The perfect woman.”

“Suppose that mythical creature is not out there? What are you going to do?” Sadie continued.

“Easy. I’ll just keep fucking till I find her.”

She rolled her eyes and threw her hands up into the air in mock submission. “Have it your way; I give up.”

“Ah, but these little matchmaking sessions of ours are so much fun,” I said with a hint of sarcasm.

She turned solemn. “You’ll have to settle down one day, have a couple of little Harveys of your very own running around. It’s not like you’re not getting any younger.”

If only it were that easy.

“You make it sound like I’m ancient. But enough now,” my tone warned. I did not like the new direction this conversation was taking.

Sadie paused and studied my face. I averted my eyes and grabbed up a stack of papers that needed to be signed. She thought twice about continuing and made her way to my office door.

“Don’t forget you have a three o’clock meeting with Dave.”

I nodded, and Sadie left to go back to her desk. A beep sounded in the room. I stared down at my phone and reached for it. When I saw who the message was from, I quickly slid my finger across the screen to read it.

Sara: Is fish OK?

A smile broke out upon my face, and I typed my reply. It was actually quite sickening how much I was looking forward to seeing her again. Earlier today at the cafe it’d been good to see her with a happy glow and a smidgen more confidence. After our little fight I’d been furious. The things she’d said—and didn’t say—had gotten under my skin. She was holding onto something that had cut her deeply. I could tell by the haunting look in her eyes. And I knew I’d be there for her when the truth eventually tumbled out, but she had to make the first step. I didn’t even mind if I wasn’t me she told, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else, anyway. Anita was a useless excuse for a human being, and her mother… But she had to get rid of the poison she held onto before it rotted her from the inside.

Harvey: Fish sounds good. See you tonight.

And as an afterthought I added:

Harvey: Want me to bring anything?

A few seconds later Sara’s reply popped up onto my screen.