“So, how do I look?” She peered at him appraisingly as he posed in the sunbeam.

“So, how do I look?” She peered at him appraisingly as he posed in the sunbeam. In a lot of ways, he wasn’t like the typical man. But he was hopeless in picking out the right clothes. If it wasn’t jeans and a tee, he got this befuddled look on his face, which, at least to her, looked adorable.  He was always impressed by how she managed to pull off a look. Even almost naked and wearing his shirt, she just radiated sexiness and class. But that’s what friendships were for: you covered each other’s faults. Now, if he could only find a fault in her, he mused… The tags were still on the suit, a break from the trim formality of the bespoke attire. They hadn’t just come from the shops though; the idea was to try it all on as soon as they got back, but the plan was soon abandoned for other more pressing entertainment. Now there were only a couple of hours to the event, and just enough time to make sure everything was in order. After a moment’s reflection, she said, “It looks like it was meant to be taken off. Slowly.” He grinned, “What, again?"  "Awww, are you tired?” she chided him. It was wonderful to take a moment away from everything and spend some time with a man who wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Sex, of course, wasn’t the wrong idea; not in this House. It was the other things; whatever he was, he didn’t judge. He chuckled and then his face resumed the formality of the suit. “I should do an inspection before the auction. Keep them on edge.” “Are you sure you won’t be tempted to stay?” she murmured seductively, “Once often isn’t enough for you.” He have her the look, and turned to pick up a pair of scissors for the tags. No; he wouldn’t be tempted. She’d tried, quite….vigorously. There was something inside him, she knew; a rock that kept him from wavering from his course. The mystery didn’t bother her, because his course happened to be the one she wanted him to be on. But she couldn’t help being curious. The one man she couldn’t read fully was the one man she was trusting with her life. – Would you like to see more? It’s OK; don’t be shy. -- source link
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