“Hey–” He started off, taking a brief look at her. “You could still do that, though. That is still a possibility.” The expression across his face was a played up version of a you can trust me look. Of course, it was all a front that he typically would play up in a given situation like this. However, for now, it was all a joke. Philip just liked to poke fun at this chick, and honestly, the reality of actually sleeping with her was probably slim to none. She seemed like a fucking nun sometimes. But, the boy did like a challenge– even if the outcome percentage was low as hell.
“I said I wasn’t one to be tied down– I didn’t say anything about a quick shag. In fact, those are one of the greatest joys that life has to offer. You should try it one day, I highly recommend it.”
Did he like it?
That was a good question.
Philip was fairly indifferent with his job. Honestly, he could be a lot worse than it was. At least he had the freedom to do as he wished– give or take. Philip had things he had to meet, like deadlines and the like– but the labour wasn’t even that bad. In fact, maybe he did like his job. It wasn’t his dream– it for sure as hell wasn’t – but it was something. And it was pretty satisfying to see something get built up from scratch.
The skill of a craftsman was a damn good skill to have.
He could almost build anything.
“Eh– yeah, I guess it is a long time. But uh– that’s what you get for not going to College, am I right?” A small chuckle, incredibly brief, exited the space between his lips with a huffed breath. “I don’t mind it. It can be a bitch, but it could be worse. I got a pretty good position, thanks to connections and all. So uh– I’m content.”
With the small splatter, the devilish smirk he was most known for spread across his lips. “Coincidence? – You sure?”
As her pale eyes widened at his suggestion, she let out a loud scoff, “Nope.” She took a petite sip of her coffee, making sure to lick her lips as she finished to really give him a silly tease. “That, my good sir, is now off the table. You revoked your rights to that when you said it wouldn’t work between us.” Iggy shrugged casual and then looked down at her coffee. Was she doing this right? Hell, she knew she could be sarcastic, but was she being mean now? Whatever, if he got mad or thought it was mean he would say so... Right? He was being sarcastic so she was totally allowed to be so back. Give him a taste of his own medicine so to speak.
A pause, in everything. Any thoughts, sounds or motions around her. A quick shag. It was like he fucking could tell she was a virgin. Was it tattooed across her face? She had to shake it off. He didn’t need to know her personal life, but she also wasn’t about to lie to save face.
“I mean it’s a trade though, so do you really need to go to college?” Iggy questioned, genuinely interested. She knew plenty of people with trade jobs who made good money because sometimes a trade is just a natural born talent. “Connections eh?” She cocked her head to the side, “Who did you fuck to get to the top?” She shot him a wink. Maybe that was pushing it, but he was pushing her earlier.
Pursing her lips together, she looked down to now see a semi translucent spot on her shit. “Yes.” She muttered, still shaking her head at herself. Could she be any more of an idiot?
