Chapter 30 More like a fucking cobra
Steve snorts his drink up his nose and starts choking.
I feel Natte tense beside me. I can’t even look at him.
“A big middle key if I remember right,” Matt grins, obviously enjoying winding him up.
“More like a fuckin’ cobra from what I hear!” Denis chips in.
Sam starts laughing too, obviously in on this whole Natte the big key big cobra joke.
“Hey, I can’t help it if I was blessed with a big dick, unlike you douchebags,” Natte says, picking his beer up, quickly getting back in the game.
“Fuck off!” Matt says grabbing his crotch. “I’m well packed here, primed and ready to go.”
It’s a good job I’m not prudish in any way sitting here with these lot. Though talking about Natte and his d... is making me feel a little lightheaded. I wonder how big it actually is? I’m tempted to cast my gaze downwards at his crotch, but I hold off the urge, pinning my eyes up front and ahead.
“Hey, thinking about this,” Matt adds, leaning his groin up against our table. “I’m feeling a theme coming on here, we’ve got, of course, me - hunky fucking horny horse Natte the cobra there … now we just need to figure something up for you three fuckers.” He gestures to Denis, Steve and Sam.
Denis lifts his head. “No fuckin’ way man, leave me out of your weird animal fantasies.”
“Ah shut up you miserable fucker! Denis? What rhymes with Denny?” he muses. “Ah man your name is shit! Nothing rhymes with it. We’re gonna have to change it.”
Denis climbs up over Steve, then Sam, and jumps lithely to the floor. “Remind me why I’m friends with you again?” he asks Matt patting his shoulder.
“Because I’m fuckin’ awesome and I can get chicks to play with your dick.”
I can’t help but snort a laugh out at that one.
Natte slides me an amused glance. But all it manages to do is tighten my stomach into knots, and then I have the sudden urge to want to touch him.
“I’m off to piss,” Denis laughs, shaking his head at Matt he wanders off in the direction of the men’s room.
“You coming to pick up some skirts, dickhead?” Matt says directing a look at Natte, already sounding like it’s a given he’ll go.
I instantly tense. I don’t want Natte going to pick girls up. The thought is curdling my insides.
Natte shakes his head, taking a drink of his beer. “No, I’m good here.”
Matt looks at him like he’s grown another head. Even Steve gives him a surprised stare.
I relax in my seat.
“Did they amputate your dick while you were in rehab? Or has Steve finally managed to turn you?” Matt asks, laughing.
Turn him? Is Steve gay?
It must be the expression on my face which causes Steve to lean over to me and say, “I’m gay, honey.”
“Ah right,” I nod.
Makes sense. He’s ridiculously beautiful and has the best taste in clothes.
Natte laughs, reaching forward he puts his beer down. “No, and no,” he says answering Matt. “I’ve told you, I don’t fuck the staff.”
I’m ‘the staff’. So he won’t be fucking me then.
Thank God of course that he won’t be trying it on with me. I know he wouldn’t anyway because he doesn’t see me that way, but it’s just good to know Natte doesn’t have sex with the few women who work for him. Just everyone else of course.
Steve snorts loudly.
Natte leans forward, looking at him with interest.
“Cherry?” Steve raises his eyebrow.
Natte screws his face up in thought, quickly shifting to remembrance. “Ah yeah, okay … so I don’t fuck the staff anymore.”
Okay, so he did used to screw the staff.
I suddenly feel uncomfortable and a little sick listening to this conversation.
This is the Natte I read about in the papers. I don’t want to hear about this Natte.
“Can you let me out?” I say to him.
“Sure. Where you off to?” he asks, sliding out of the booth, letting me out onto my wobbly legs.
“Bathroom,” I answer, keeping my tone even.
I walk away heading for the ladies, trying to ignore the stares from his waiting girls at the corridor, and from Natte himself.
I told Natte about my parents coming to the Texas concert and he was happy he said he wanted to catch up with my father.
And I’m looking forward to seeing Pine tomorrow. I’ve spent time away from him before of course, but I think with my parents coming for the Texas concert tomorrow it’s made me a little sick for home. For him.
I lift my bracelet up looking at it, dangling it in the light.
Picking my phone up, I decide to call him.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmurs down the phone.
“What you up too?” I ask.
“Working.”
“At this time? It’s… eight forty five there, baby.”
“I know. It’s that big acquisition I told you about, well some shit kicked off with it, and there’s an emergency meeting first thing in the morning, so I have to prepare a load of stuff for it. Good thing is it’s keeping me busy, stopping me dwelling on how much I’m missing you.”
“I miss you too,” I murmur.
“You do?”
“Of course I do silly.”
“So you’re at work…” I say putting a sultry tone on.
“Hmm.”
“And you’re in your suit?” I love Pine in his suits. He looks really hot wearing them.
“I am.”
“Are you in the office alone?”
“No, my assistant is working late too.”
“Oh,” I say, feeling a little deflated. I was up for some dirty phone talk. Not like me at all, but I’m feeling pretty horny at the moment.
“Where are you?” he asks.
“Lying on my bed.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Shame you’re not alone, I was gonna … maybe … uh, talk dirty things with you.”
“I’ll call you when I’m home.” His breathing suddenly sounds short.
“How long?”
“Couple of hours.”
“I’ll be waiting … and naked,” I add, grinning to myself, feeling all confident.
“Two hours,” he confirms, voice husky.
“Not a minute more. I love you,” I add.
“You too.”
I hang the phone up with Pine feeling restless and now have two hours to kill before I can talk dirty with my mysterious guy.
Not exactly sex, but the closest thing I’m going to get to it with him for another few hours.
Realizing I haven’t eaten dinner yet, I decide to go see Natte, see if he wants to have dinner with me. I hope he hasn’t already eaten. I hate eating alone.
I knock at his suite door, and Steve answers a few moments later.
He looks all dressed up to the nines. Steve always looks smart, but tonight, he looks foxy. Like he’s dressed for a date.
“Well look at you,” I say suggestively. “Someone got a date by any chance?”
“Dinner with an old friend,” he winks. “Natte’s in the living room.” He passes me heading out the door.
“Have a good night,” I grin.
“Oh, I will,” he says, walking backwards, grinning, he turns and strides off down the hall.
Looks like someone’s getting laid tonight.
I sigh.
Closing the door behind me, into the silence of his suite, I hear Natte strumming lightly on his guitar.