"I'd be sentimental and say that I've missed your milling about my club, but we'll just leave it that I was curious what you've been up to the past little while," Marcus told Patrick before kissing him back.
He rolled his eyes, grunting after. "I've been in hell. I'm surrounded by women all the fucking time now! And of course I remember how they take their coffee because they all drink it and if I come in with one and not bring them any I get henpecked until my balls are black and blue. Shelley takes hers with cream and three sugars, and Eva takes her with cream alone. Rebecca, gods help me that woman...she takes it black with honey of all fucking things. The other day I actually put cream in my own coffee. Nearly gagged all over my new suit too," Marcus bitched. He had always taken his coffee black.
His stomach flip-flopped when Patrick mentioned food. "Nothing for me, thanks. I already have my breakfast in my hand."