I'm not here for your entertainment. “What? What’s wrong?”
Cal smiled, shrugged – shook his head a little as if he didn’t know what David was on about. Picking up the large white fluffy towel, he chucked it over at the Englishman.
“Tell me.”
Cal laughed before he could get the teasing remark out.
“That was a David Beckham ad right there pal, the way you got out of the pool with all the dripping water and rippling muscles and everything.”
David furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at Cal.
“Poolside sex?”
“What?”
“Nevermind. I know you’d say no. Too English and proper for that.”