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What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion

... swallow from his drink, Tom uncurled his lip and swallowed his disdain along with his mouthful of bear. “Hey mate, how’s things?” he forced himself to pleasantly ask, offering his hand in greeting. Tom’s hand hung suspended in space as the seconds ticked by uncomfortably before Jason returned the greeting, his hand slightly limp when he eventually grasped Tom’s. “Tom,” he replied, with a brief nod of his head. Turning his attention to Paris, Jason sighed and shook his head as he took in her rosy cheeks. He almost tutted like an old woman, “I think now may be a good time to switch to water, don’t you?” He crooked a finger at the barman. “Can I get the lady a mineral water, please. Here, take this with you, she won’t be needing it.” Unceremoniously Jason plucked the half full glass of beer from Paris’ slim fingers and placed it out of her reach on the bar. Tom’s eyes widened and he held his breath, avidly awaiting the moment when Paris would nail the stupid fucker’s balls to the wall…nothing. Her cheeks flushed slightly and she lowered her eyes as she traced her fingernail through a droplet of water on the bar. Tom felt his hands clench; rage clawing its slippery way up his spine as he watched the easy laughter slip from Paris’ face. He barely caught the urge to plough his fist into the fuckers face and ram the phony smile down the back of his throat when he heard Jason’s snide comment whispered into her ear. “How many of those wings have you eaten, Paris? I think a salad ...

... would have been a better choice, don’t you? I mean, the wedding is only a few weeks away and I thought we’d already discussed you losing a few kilos.” Jason gazed pointedly at the full rounded curve of Paris' bottom perched upon the bar stool. “We don’t want to have to sit you at the back for the photos, do we?” Tom’s gaze drifted to the swell of hip encased in firm fitting, blue denim; looked fucking sensational as far as he was concerned. Paris flushed again, wiggling in her chair as she pulled down her top to hide the beautiful swell of hip. “You’re right, Jason. Guess I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.” Tom did a double take, feeling his jaw go slack. ‘Sorry? Who is this woman!’ Jason, his back to Tom, slid his shoulder into the gap between the two friends, effectively isolating Tom. Tom heard his jaw pop as he ground his teeth in frustration while he listened to Jason boast about the account he’d closed that day and the money he’d be making. “Fucking wanker,” he slurred under his breath, as he downed the last mouthful of his beer. “I beg your pardon?” came a cool, crisp voice from his right. Tom swivelled on the stool, his eyeballs taking several seconds to catch up with his head and he blinked slowly. He flashed a grin at the tall, elegant blonde sitting next to him. Not bad, not bad at all, his grin went full throttle as he took in the long legs encased in sheer hose, business suit and mass of hair caught in a neat chignon at the base of her neck. Tom’s cock pulsed pleasantly. ...