Chapter 44

Black leather pants with a half dozen entirely unnecessary zippers and straps that crisscrossed Gabe’s long legs, topped with a tank top made from microfiber, with a mesh panel right through the middle that showed off Gabe’s not unimpressive chest.

“Tom,” he said, voice a deep rumble. “Good. Well done. Put your shoes down, take off your jacket and tie. Your collar’s on the dresser.”

The praise felt good already, even if he hadn’t actually done much of anything to earn it yet. Tom set down the shoes and let himself appreciate the way those slightly ridiculous pants framed Gabe’s thighs as he unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his tie. When he was holding both, he started to walk toward the dresser, but hesitated, swaying on his feet as he played back Gabe’s words.