the colleague thing

london

Just like Chris said we're in London only a week after the run. We get into the house he had rent for the time we're staying here and I free Dodger from his leash as soon as we're inside. It's fully furnished.

"Dude, this house is like, huge! Are you crazy to rent such a thing?", I say while looking around. There's a huge living room with floor to ceiling windows to reveal a really beautiful garden. 

"Uh, well, this is near the studio so you can walk there to visit me... and... well, Dodger has a garden, and... everyone's got enough space?" He laughs. "Okay this was free! Just don't get used to such luxury. I won't provide you a sugar baby lifestyle."

"At this point you actually do. And all I need to do is spend time with you and care about your dog, sugar daddy. I will go find the best bedroom for me, cause you know, that's what sugar baby's do." I smirk at him, grabbing my suitcase.

He laughs and shakes his head. "If you want to be my sugar baby, you better stay at my bedroom. Because that's what sugar baby's do."

"This would be sexual harassment at the workplace, Mister Evans. Although I wouldn't mind, you're not that much older for a sugar daddy. Guess I would have made a great choice with you having all those muscles and this perfect face. Although... uh, there's a little green in the blue of your eyes I guess. And your smile is sometimes really lopsided. Like, cute lopsided, but... still." 

I shrug my shoulders and duck away as he throws his baseball cap at me. I laugh and pat his shoulder.

"So are you giving me a tour or do I need to explore it on my own?" I smirk at him.

"You can be so sassy...", he mumbles but smiles. "Well, I've never been here before so let's explore together. We know where the living room is and I see the kitchen. We need to go shopping soon."

I sigh. "Uh, should've gone to a hotel, mate. Room service would be nice right now. Just to be sure, you'd pay for room service right?"

"Only if it's about food and drinks, no pay-tv. For that kind of fun I'll charge extra if you don't pay on your own."

"What if we shared?", I ask while we're going to explore the rooms.

"Like... how would you want to share a porno?", he looks at me confused.

"Uh, well, there are many ways. Like, first I get to have my fun, and then you, or the other way round. If you can't wait then you can go first. Or, well, simultaneously. But with blankets and earphones cause you know, could be embarrassing otherwise."

He shakes his head, laughing now. "You're weird. Seriously. Why would we do that?"

"Hey, you said you'll charge extra and you asked how to share a porno. I'm just providing solutions here!"

--

We're in a supermarket when he's answering his phone.

"Yo, Seb, what's up? You already in London? Cause I am! Rented a huge house, wanna come over?", he asks while I put sweets in our shopping cart. Lots of sweets. And crisps. And pudding. Ice cream. Everything unhealthy.

"Hey, you're gonna get fat if you all eat that! You really want that?!", he scolds with me. I shrug my shoulders.

"You're making me run every fucking morning, so at least let me get these sweets. And I will get more chocolate just for this stupid comment!" I raise my index finger.

He laughs. "What? No, I wasn't talking to you apparently. To Amara. Yeah. Yeah. She's staying with me. So you in? I'll text you the address soon. Want to eat with us?" He focuses on his phone again. 

I continue putting unhealthy things in the cart and watch his reaction; he just rolls his eyes and starts putting them back into the shelves.

"Great. I'll see you later!" He hangs up, laughing now.

"Like, stop it now, Amara! What the fuck? Can you stop it, please? Be serious!"

"I am serious! Just cause my ex left me for a model doesn't mean I wanna look like one. I'm happy like I am and I love sweets, so... you're a really shitty sugar daddy. I need a new one."

"Try your luck with Sebastian tonight. He's coming over for dinner."

"Who's that? Famous actor?" I ask while I finally take this serious, grabbing actual things to cook. "Are you cooking?"

He laughs. "Like, do I look like I could? Can you cook? Otherwise we'll just order something."

I shake my head. "Dude... you really need some basic things. Any wishes for dinner?"

"Just... food?", he grins.

I roll my eyes at him. "Great. I'll cook. Just this Sebastian or are more coming?"

"Uh, just Sebastian I guess. Haven't heard from anyone else. I can ask some more if you want?" He smiles.

I shake my head. "No it's fine, I didn't even think we'd had a guest so soon. And you, Mister, you are going to learn to cook."

"You can't make me." We continue our way through the supermarket and I grab everything I need.

"You make me run at 6 in the morning, I make you learn how to cook. We're even then." 

"I'm your boss!", he points out.

I shrug my shoulders. "You didn't pull that card! Although, I don't care. Fire me if you want. Dodger will hate you for the rest of his life for that!"

He grabs his left boob, grimacing. "Now you didn't pull that card!"

We both laugh and I shake my head.

"So, what are WE going to cook for dinner?" He says the "we" extra loud.

"Well, I don't know exactly what you like, but what about some Italian dishes, like, Bruschetta first and we'll have some lasagna? Or if you like we can make pizza at home, could be fun?" I look at him and widen my eyes in excitement. "I haven't made pizza at home for... I don't know, a really long time!"

"Pizza at home? Isn't that like a lot of work?" He tilts his head to the side.

I shake my head. "No actually not. We'll do that. Yes. Need some mozzarella for that!" I take off to grab some mozzarella and come back to him.

"I think we got everything we need now. I can go shopping if we need more."

We go to the cash desks and he pays for everything while I pack everything into shopping bags.

-- 

Back at home I pack everything out and sort it into the cupboards. He brings the suitcases upstairs in the rooms and cares about Dodger.

"When will Sebastian be here?", I shout while making the pizza dough. 

"Uh... in an hour! That okay?", he shouts back, throwing a ball for Dodger in the garden.

"Yep." I let the dough rest to rise and wash my hands and clean the kitchen before coming out to watch Dodger fetch the ball.

"I'm going to take a shower. Did you give me the best room upstairs?"

He smirks at me. "Go and find out."

I laugh and turn around, going upstairs to look into the bedrooms; he did give me the best room. With a note on the bed. 

You got the best room. You're at home way more often than I am. Enjoy it. 

P.S.: don't get used to it. I'm not your sugar daddy.

C

I laugh and unpack my suitcase real quick just to pick some clothes and take off in the bathroom to take a shower.