sure.” Ed had been looking forward to getting home and falling asleep on the sofa while he watched Friday-night TV. The thought of having to keep up his workplace persona for an extra hour or so was far from appealing. His colleagues had been very welcoming—apart from Alec—but Ed felt as though he constantly had to be on his best behaviour in front of them.
“Go on. Everyone comes… even Alec, who spends most of his life chained to his desk. Although I have a sneaking suspicion he just goes home to do more work afterwards.”
Ed glanced at Alec, who was listening in to the conversation. Not every Friday he doesn’t , he thought.
Alec’s cheeks tinged with pink as though he knew what was going through Ed’s mind. He cleared his throat and said, “Yes, you should come, Ed. The first round’s on me.”
Ed couldn’t decline now without looking churlish. Maybe spending more time around Alec would help to ease the awkwardness between them.
The bar was all chrome, glass, and black leather, combined with slightly cold lighting that made it feel clinical rather than cosy. The prices on the menu made Ed double-take. He’d been living in London long enough that he shouldn’t be surprised by now, but he was used to cheaper student haunts with happy hours and special offers on pitchers. This place was a far cry from that.
Alec didn’t bat an eyelid as the team placed their orders with the cute waiter. Several of them went for cocktails, and tempting though it was to ask for a Slow Comfortable Screw to see if he could make Alec blush, Ed repressed his instinct for mischief. It was only after he’d requested a rum and Coke that he remembered it was what Alec had bought for him almost exactly a week ago. A flash of recognition in Alec’s eyes told Ed that he hadn’t forgotten either.
“Do you want a double?” Alec’s face was impassive as he added, “I think you’ve earned one this week.”
Disarmed, Ed smiled. “Yes. Thank you.” A warm glow crept through him at Alec’s approval.
“Yes, you’ve done well.” James clapped Ed on the shoulder, and several of the others chipped in, agreeing.
Ed flushed, unable to hide his pleasure at the praise. “I’m glad you think so. Thanks, guys.”
The waiter left the table.
“So Ed,” James said, “tell me a bit about yourself. How did you end up temping at Baker Wells?”
“I’m actually looking for something permanent in employment law eventually,” Ed admitted, looking nervously at Alec, who was watching him as he spoke. Maybe it wasn’t wise to confess that his true interests didn’t lie in corporate. “But at the moment I’ll take any experience I can get.”
James carried on quizzing Ed about his education and then about his family. The rest of the group split off into their own conversations, distracted only by the arrival of their drinks. Alec was sitting opposite, talking with Maria, but Ed was aware of him glancing in his direction occasionally and was sure Alec was only half listening to Maria.
James was open and friendly, chatting proudly about his daughter, Charlotte. He showed Ed some photos on his phone of a smiling toddler with wispy curls, so Ed showed James a picture of his sisters that he’d taken last summer on the beach in Worthing.
The waiter came back to take orders for a second round of drinks, but Ed still had some left, so he declined. He noticed Alec had drunk his first glass of red rather quickly.
“So, are you young free and single, Ed? Or do you have a girl to get home to tonight?” James asked.
Ed glanced across at Alec. Maria was talking, but the lines of Alec’s body were tense, and Ed knew Alec had heard James’s question and was listening for Ed’s reply. “The only girl at home is my housemate, but we’re just friends.” Ed paused and then decided he wouldn’t get a better opportunity to mention his sexuality. “Actually, if I were dating someone, it would be a guy, not a girl, but there’s
“Go on. Everyone comes… even Alec, who spends most of his life chained to his desk. Although I have a sneaking suspicion he just goes home to do more work afterwards.”
Ed glanced at Alec, who was listening in to the conversation. Not every Friday he doesn’t , he thought.
Alec’s cheeks tinged with pink as though he knew what was going through Ed’s mind. He cleared his throat and said, “Yes, you should come, Ed. The first round’s on me.”
Ed couldn’t decline now without looking churlish. Maybe spending more time around Alec would help to ease the awkwardness between them.
The bar was all chrome, glass, and black leather, combined with slightly cold lighting that made it feel clinical rather than cosy. The prices on the menu made Ed double-take. He’d been living in London long enough that he shouldn’t be surprised by now, but he was used to cheaper student haunts with happy hours and special offers on pitchers. This place was a far cry from that.
Alec didn’t bat an eyelid as the team placed their orders with the cute waiter. Several of them went for cocktails, and tempting though it was to ask for a Slow Comfortable Screw to see if he could make Alec blush, Ed repressed his instinct for mischief. It was only after he’d requested a rum and Coke that he remembered it was what Alec had bought for him almost exactly a week ago. A flash of recognition in Alec’s eyes told Ed that he hadn’t forgotten either.
“Do you want a double?” Alec’s face was impassive as he added, “I think you’ve earned one this week.”
Disarmed, Ed smiled. “Yes. Thank you.” A warm glow crept through him at Alec’s approval.
“Yes, you’ve done well.” James clapped Ed on the shoulder, and several of the others chipped in, agreeing.
Ed flushed, unable to hide his pleasure at the praise. “I’m glad you think so. Thanks, guys.”
The waiter left the table.
“So Ed,” James said, “tell me a bit about yourself. How did you end up temping at Baker Wells?”
“I’m actually looking for something permanent in employment law eventually,” Ed admitted, looking nervously at Alec, who was watching him as he spoke. Maybe it wasn’t wise to confess that his true interests didn’t lie in corporate. “But at the moment I’ll take any experience I can get.”
James carried on quizzing Ed about his education and then about his family. The rest of the group split off into their own conversations, distracted only by the arrival of their drinks. Alec was sitting opposite, talking with Maria, but Ed was aware of him glancing in his direction occasionally and was sure Alec was only half listening to Maria.
James was open and friendly, chatting proudly about his daughter, Charlotte. He showed Ed some photos on his phone of a smiling toddler with wispy curls, so Ed showed James a picture of his sisters that he’d taken last summer on the beach in Worthing.
The waiter came back to take orders for a second round of drinks, but Ed still had some left, so he declined. He noticed Alec had drunk his first glass of red rather quickly.
“So, are you young free and single, Ed? Or do you have a girl to get home to tonight?” James asked.
Ed glanced across at Alec. Maria was talking, but the lines of Alec’s body were tense, and Ed knew Alec had heard James’s question and was listening for Ed’s reply. “The only girl at home is my housemate, but we’re just friends.” Ed paused and then decided he wouldn’t get a better opportunity to mention his sexuality. “Actually, if I were dating someone, it would be a guy, not a girl, but there’s
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