Chapter 15

“Only me,” said Tom. “I just want to check that you’re still okay to serve drinks tonight. My associates are rather important and they’d be so delighted to meet you. I can just imagine the looks on their faces when they see my handsome guest. There won’t be a soft cock in the room.”

“I’m as okay as I’ll ever be,” Dale replied flatly. “What do you want me to wear?”

“It’s just an informal gathering. What about black pants?”

“No problem. I’ve got several pairs.”

“You’ll just need the one pair.” An attempt at humour.

“What about on top? A white shirt?”

“I think you could get away with wearing nothing. You have a nice body and it would be a shame to hide it away. I know my guests would appreciate being able to see it unobstructed.”

“I don’t know. It sounds rather odd.” He studied his uncle’s face, looking for evidence of humour, indeed hoping for it. But there was none to be found.

The expression on his own face must have given him away.