Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“That sounds great. What do you think about colors? I was going to paint the walls white.”
“Shades of blue are nice. They’re pretty, and calming. But you’re the one who has to like it.”
“The apartment has almost been an afterthought, though,” I admitted. “I’ve put all my energy into planning and designing the fitness center, and I haven’t given this the attention it deserves. My only concern was having a place to eat and sleep. Other than that, I’ve barely thought about what it’ll be like to actually live here, so your input is really valuable. You’re talking about making it feel like a home, instead of treating it like little more than a hotel room.”
He offered me a shy smile. “I’m glad I could help.”
I started to get distracted by how cute he was, but then I made myself focus. “Let’s go look through the boxes with my wardrobe. They’re in the loading dock.”
“That wasn’t on the tour.”
“I didn’t include it because it’s not much to look at, and I haven’t decided how to utilize it long-term. It’s from when this building was a department store, and it’s been pretty handy during the remodel. It connects to a back alley and a small parking lot, which the construction crew has been using.”
Tracy followed me back downstairs. The loading dock was a fairly large space with a cement floor and a truck-sized rolling door at the back. It was full of boxes, furniture, and construction materials. Fortunately, I’d hired professional movers to pack my things, so they were well-organized.
I folded back the lid of one of the tall wardrobe boxes, revealing several suits and shirts hanging from a metal bar. As I began flipping through them, I asked, “How upscale is the restaurant where you’re meeting your dad?”
“Very. My father is in town for a friend’s retirement party. This guy comes from a wealthy family, so they put up their out-of-town guests in an expensive hotel. We’re meeting at the hotel’s restaurant. I looked it up online, and it’s definitely the kind of place that expects you to dress up.”
I pulled a suit from the box and asked, “What do you think about this one?”
Tracy tried not to frown, but didn’t quite succeed. “Maybe not purple.”
“It’s not purple, exactly. More like a dusty plum.”
“Which is a fancy way of saying purple.”
I traded it for a dark red one. “How about this?”
He was starting to look alarmed. “What about the black one?”
“That’s a tuxedo.” I pulled out a royal blue suit and told him, “This is probably the most normal color I own. I like suits with some flair.”
“So I see. I’ve counted five suits in various floral prints.”
“I love those, but I know they’re not your style.” I handed him the blue suit and selected a white dress shirt.
Once he’d traded his jeans and sweatshirt for the new outfit, he asked, “How do I look?”
“You look hot.” He really did.
“The suit fits better than I thought it would.”
“It’s intentionally form-fitting on me, so it totally works on you.” I reached for another box and asked, “What’s your shoe size?”
“Fourteen.”
“Me, too.”
After I found him a pair of Italian loafers and a belt, I unpacked my ties and helped him select one. “You’re all set,” I said. “What time are you meeting your dad?”
“At eight.”
“Good. Then we have plenty of time to go home and iron your outfit.”
He glanced at me as he took off the suit and shirt and returned them to their hangers. When he did it again, it became clear he was trying to get up the nerve to say something. Finally, he mumbled, “I don’t suppose… I mean, feel free to say no, but do you think you might want to come to dinner with my dad and me tonight?”
“I’d love to, but are you sure I wouldn’t be intruding?”
“You wouldn’t be, but I shouldn’t have asked. It would be awkward for you.”
“It’ll be fine. I’m good at small talk, and if I can act as a buffer between you and your father, then I’m happy to help.”
Tracy grabbed me in a hug and murmured, “Thank you.”
He was dressed in nothing but a pair of briefs, and without thinking about it, I ran my hands down his back and nuzzled his cheek. In response, he planted a kiss on me. I hadn’t been expecting that since we’d always saved this stuff for our nightly meetups in the living room, but I wasn’t about to complain.
Instead, I deepened the kiss and felt Tracy’s entire body respond. He grabbed onto me and rubbed his cock against mine through a few layers of fabric while I slid my hands lower and cupped his ass. When he whispered, “I want you so fucking bad, Ever,” it drove me wild.
My couch was nearby, and after I tossed aside its moving blanket covering, I playfully pushed Tracy onto it. Then I stripped off his briefs before climbing on top of him. I was fully dressed while he was totally naked, and I thought that contrast was a huge turn-on.