Something Sexy by G. A. Hauser

Author:G. A. Hauser [Hauser, G. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romantic, Lgbt, Literature, Romance, MM, Bdsm, Erotica, Contemporary, Gay
ISBN: 9781456353162
Google: 5l-VuAAACAAJ
Amazon: B004Q9TKLG
Barnesnoble: B004Q9TKLG
Goodreads: 10731316
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2010-12-22T00:00:00+00:00

Mark sat across from Steve at the Royal Bengal restaurant in Broxbourne. He snapped a crispy papadom and topped it with chutney.

“You do realize since we’ve been in England we’ve spent all of five minutes with your mom and Harry.” Steve sipped the Tiger beer and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Less is more when it comes to Mum. You know that.” Mark brushed off his hands. “Love the food here.”

“I’m surprised how well you know the area. Did you spend time in Essex?”

“Love.” Mark made a silly face at him. “I was born here. And Harry and Mum were childhood sweethearts, so the bloke stayed in the neighborhood right where Mum used to live.”

“You’d think with the money your mom has she’d live in a house the size of the mansion in Paradise.”

“What is she, David Beckham?” Mark laughed. “I know Mum. She didn’t want to insult Harry. My guess is he’s making all the decisions here.”

“Seems weird for the widow of the owner of Richfield International to live in such an obscure place.”

“Obscure? Do you know how much the homes are here, Steven?”

“Nope.” Steve broke another crisp flatbread in half and coated it with the condiments provided in three metal cup-like dishes.

“You know our home in Bel Air?”

“Yes.” Steve munched the food with all the tact of a hungry ex-cop.

“Harry’s home is most likely double what we spent.”

Steve choked and covered his mouth. “For that little thing with a canal for a backyard?”

“You have much to learn about England, Steven.”

A waiter with a rolling tray approached their table. He stirred their dishes over burning tea lights and set them on metal trays also over lit flames.

“Don’t touch the tray. It’s hot,” the waiter said.

Steve nodded, sniffing the food.

“Pilar rice, tandoori chicken, nan bread…”

“Wow. That looks incredible.”

“It is.” Mark folded his napkin on his lap.

“Can I get you another beer, sir?”

“Yes, please.” Steve handed off his empty glass.

“And you?” the waiter asked Mark.

“I’m good.” Mark smiled and before he turned back to Steve, Steve was already dumping his portion of the colorful rice onto his plate.

Mark leaned his chin in his palm as he watched. “You’ll love it.”

“What’s not to love?” Steve touched the tip of Mark’s nose playfully.

“I want to see you taste it.”

Steve took a mouthful of chicken and moaned. “What did you get again?”

“The delight.” Mark tore a piece of the nan bread and dipped it into his sweet, creamy sauce.

Steve poked his fork into Mark’s food bowl and came out with a chunk of pineapple. He ate it and moaned. “Holy crap. Beats the heck out of the curry you get back home.”

“It’s not curry. There’s more to Indian food than curry.”

“If you don’t finish that, I want it.”

Mark winked at him just as Steve’s fresh beer arrived.

“Thank you.” Steve smiled.

“You’re welcome.” The waiter left.

Mark used a serving spoon to put his sauce and chicken on his rice. “Love the décor. Seriously, Steven, where can you find a moving waterfall painting and a video of Bollywood playing while you’re dining?”

“It’s fantastic, Mark.

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