“Seriously, it’s freezing and you’re wet. Come inside, Felix.” Jules moved aside so his boss could enter.
Finally, the warmth and scent of pizza probably luring him, Felix hesitantly stepped inside, standing on the small rug and wiping the snow from his boots.
Jules clasped his wrist and pulled him forward so he could close the door. Felix looked surprised at that and stared at Jules’s hand on his wrist.
“Make yourself at home,” Jules offered, dropping his hand. “You can leave your boots by the door and toss your coat and things on a chair near mine.” He got another plate and set a couple of pieces of pizza on it before carrying it to the living area. “I’m eating out here.”
Felix padded after him, his socks sliding on the floor.