Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

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    "Gee, don't be like that."
    "See you around, Jesse. And don't come running to me when he breaks your fucking heart." Jesse flinched as Gee slammed the front door behind him.
    It was a good ten minutes before Omar knocked. There was no way he and Gee had missed each other in the hall but Omar was all smiles and rainbows. "It's great to see you again so soon. It's lucky you weren't busy."
    "You didn't see Gee leaving?"
    "Didn't he want to stay for dinner?"
    "Omar, why are you here?" There was the confused brow furrow that made him look so bloody vulnerable. Damn the man and his naivety, fake or not.
    "Would you rather I left?"
    Jesse sighed. What was the point of fighting it? "Let me get a jacket." The smile Omar gave him alone was worth it. He was an all-round sucker for giving in to the act every single time, besides, he couldn't resist holding out hope for the impossible. Omar the Impossible. Even if he was just an impossible dream.
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    The times Jesse had been in this office. There was something sleazy about it when you came out the other end of the charm tunnel that was Morgan Lewis, affectionately known as the Iceman due to his lack of compassion and emotion. During the run up to their affair, Jesse had thought the office sleek and impressive. Now it looked every inch the fuck pad of a guy overcompensating for his lack of imagination in the sack.
    Jesse took the seat offered him and watched as Morgan perched on the edge of his desk. Something was up. Was he finally going to give Jesse the boot along with all the other cast offs that had gone before him?
    "How are you, Jesse? We don't get a chance to talk anymore."
    "Good, everything's good."
    "I didn't get a chance to apologise for the way I ended things. I hope you're okay."
    "Never better." No thanks to you, you slimy git.
    "That is good, and makes this next part easier." Morgan brushed an invisible fleck off his trouser leg. "There's a conference coming up. Edinburgh. Five-star luxury spa resort. Three days all told."
    "Sounds nice." There was a familiar twinkle in the ice-cold gaze that pinned Jesse to his chair and he shivered.
    "I want you to come with me. Conference schedule has me booked for one dinner and one afternoon meeting. The rest is free time. It'll be just like old times."
    "Like what times exactly? Why can't you take your girlfriend?"
    "No can do. Ad execs only. Besides, it's you I want. We leave Wednesday morning. Be here for six."
    "I'm not going. You can't just jump back into my pants whenever you want to."
    "Sure I can. Why do you think you still work here?" Morgan laughed as Jesse grasped around for something biting to say. "Relax, it was a joke. Come on, Jesse, we used to have fun, didn't we?" Morgan slipped off the desk and sat on the arm of Jesse's chair, fingertips trailing over his shoulder and along the side of his neck. "I miss you."
    "You should have thought about that before you dumped me."
    "I've said I'm sorry. Business dictates I have a girlfriend. It wasn't personal." He reached over and kissed behind Jesse's ear. "I'd like to get personal now, show you how sorry I am."
    Jesse's head started to spin; his body ached for contact, any contact. Another month had gone by between the rare Omar sightings and still Jesse hadn't managed to hook up with anyone. More than six months celibate. He was ready to sacrifice his need on the altar of Morgan's ego.
    Morgan's deft fingers dealt with Jesse's shirt buttons in a flash and moved on to his belt buckle. "I'll make it up to you," he murmured, slipping to his knees in front of Jesse and kissing over his exposed chest.
    Jesse let his head fall back and closed his eyes. As long as there was a blowjob involved, it was all good on his end, even if it did mean giving up his ass for the rest of the week to be the on-call conference floosy. They both jumped when the phone rang. "You should get that," Jesse said, pushing Morgan's hand away from his zipper.
    In a quick, stilted movement, Morgan snatched at the phone. "I told you to hold all my calls." Jesse watched his face change. He looked up and handed the phone to Jesse. "It's for you."
    Jesse sat up straight and took the handset. "Hello?"
    "Jesse, hi. I wanted to let you know I'd be in town Wednesday for a few days. I thought we could hang out."
    "Omar? How the hell did you get this number?"
    "I wanted to catch that new film with Sam Worthington. I know you think he's cute."
    Jesse covered the receiver and mouthed the word sorry to