Adam
smiled to himself, “Ah, so you have seen our illusive muse,” he teased.
“You
knew I would you bloody trickster. She’s
impossible to miss.”
“So
you like what you see?”
“Yes,
you knew I would. This girl is special,
very special. Now who the bloody hell is
she?” Pete repeated.
Adam
sighed, “At this stage, my dear friend I don’t know. But, I will find out,” he promised.
“Where
did you find her?”
“One
of our contacts in London
“Who?”
“I
wouldn’t tell you that even if I knew.
We may need to use them again for our own purposes,” Adam said. “Tell me, out of interest, what is it about
this girl that has got so many people so hot under the collar?”
Pete
glanced across at the studio, Dorian was sat alone at his easel, other than
that the place looked empty, “I take it you have not met her then?” Pete asked.
“No.
My brother and I have very different tastes.
I did warn you that you and him have so much in common.”
“Yes,
it would seem we do,” Pete agreed. “Now
are you going to tell me more about this girl or not?”
“All
in good time. But as I told you before,
if you want something from Dorian just knock on his door. Remember, you share the same… what would I
call then… ah yes… perversions, if you will.
I should know, I know you both better than anyone else on the planet.”
“You’re
a sod Adam,” Pete spat, “have I ever told you that?”
“Yes,”
Adam chuckled, “You have, many, many times my dear friend. But, I am a sod who may be able to get you that
girl. Now I have something I need to do,
and now so it seems do you. Good night.”
Adam
hung up. Pete sighed, put his phone down
and strolled into his living room to collect the bottle of bourbon he had been
saving for a special occasion. He
glimpsed out of his window again and saw that Dorian was still working and had
not moved a muscle. Pete smiled to himself, it was time for Dorian to take a
break and to see how much they really did have in common after all.