Free Men of London 03 - Suit Yourself by Susan Mac Nicol Page A

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intimate restaurant where I know the owner will protect your
privacy and chase away anyone that bothers you. Gideon can be
pretty scary when he wants to be.”
    Oliver had to say the idea tempted him, both
getting into a new suit to go out and spending more time with
Leslie. He nodded hesitantly. “Maybe we can do that.” His heart
beat a little faster. “Are you asking me out on a date,
Leslie?”
    Leslie looked taken aback then shook his
head. “No, as one friend to another. Now that my two housemates
have both moved in with the men of their dreams, I’m no longer part
of a threesome. I miss having someone to hang out with.”
    Oliver raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t deny he
was a little disappointed at Leslie’s response this wasn’t a date.
“A threesome? Are you into ménage then?” It was something he’d been
involved in many times in his porn career and perhaps a few times
after he retired. He was taken aback by his coffee partner’s
vehement response.
    “Hell, no. I’m not into that sort of thing.”
Leslie’s beautiful face contorted in a frown. “I know you are, but
to tell you the truth, they weren’t my favourite scenes of you. I
prefer my actions man-on-man, not men-on-men.”
    “Oh.” Oliver was nonplussed. “There’s a lot
of that in the industry. Sometimes I had to do the scenes, and they
were fun, but not a personal preference.” He shrugged.
    “I want a relationship, not a fuck-fest,”
Leslie muttered. “Some of the guys I went out with in the past, all
they wanted me for was to be the meat in the middle of a man
sandwich and sometimes I had to think quickly to get out of being
the hole in a full on gang bang.”
    Oliver gaped as the rising fury in his chest
surfaced. “Did they try and force you? Did anyone hurt you? I swear
I’ll fuck them up—”
    Leslie’s face lit up and he laughed as he
placed a warm hand on Oliver’s. “Oh God, that is so damn sweet. My
protector. No, sometimes it got a bit hairy balls and I had to make
a swift exit, but I was always careful.” His face fell. “Well,
apart from this one time I already mentioned, when a friend saved
me from a fate worse than death because he can see things. He knew
I was in trouble and came to find me.” He smiled wryly, holding up
his thumb and index finger only slightly apart. “I was this close
to being mauled by a couple of guys who I still think slipped me
something in my drink, but my friend Taylor found me. He’s a
psychic.”
    That offhand comment left Oliver curious.
“Really? A real one?” He’d never met someone with that particular
talent before.
    Leslie nodded, eyes sparkling. “Oh, yeah. He
saved Eddie’s cousin Luke when he tried to kill himself, and he
helped solve a suicide, and he even helped Draven’s little brother
move onto the other side when he managed to contact him somewhere.”
He flapped a vague hand. “Somewhere in between here and heaven I
suppose, and Draven turned off Jude’s life support and we all hope
he’s gone somewhere really cool to be with his parents. They’re
dead, too.”
    Oliver was reeling from all the names and
information thrown at him in this rather surreal conversation.
    “Taylor is amazing,” Leslie sighed, a faraway
look in his eyes. “My bestest friend, really. I love Eddie, but
Taylor and I, we just click together. He’s awesome.”
    Oliver was beginning to take a distinct
dislike to the paragon of virtue who was Taylor. “Are you and he,
you know, partners?”
    Leslie broke into peals of laughter. “Oh no,
we’d kill each other. We’ve jerked each other off now and then and
shared a bed a few times, but that’s about it. God, Draven would
kill me if I touched Taylor. ” He winked at a slightly mollified
Oliver. “And you don’t want to get on Draven’s bad side. He can be
a real grouch and he has wicked self-defence skills and boy, can
that man drive a car.”
    Oliver began to wonder if he was man enough
for all these super hero he-men