Page 63 of Perfect Night

“I’ve already got a suit.”

“You can’t beat having a tailored suit. It’s good for your confidence.”

“How much are they? I’ll pay myself.”

Sebastian shook his head at Hamish and gestured for him to give them a few minutes. He pulled Charlie onto his lap.

“Charlie, please let me do this. I want you to have a nice suit for work.” He paused. “And, when you come home after a busy day, I can fuck all that tension away while you’re still wearing it.”

Charlie groaned. Sebastian smiled. He’d poked at his ultimate fantasy. It was fairly tame considering what Charlie used to do as a job, but that was his alter ego.

“Fine, but I only need one suit and no spare tuxedo.”

“Two suits, so you always have one when the other is being dry-cleaned, and one tuxedo.”

“Deal,” he said, holding out his hand.

Sebastian took hold of it and pulled him into a searing kiss. He wondered how long Hamish would be and whether Charlie would be up for getting fucked in the changing room. Before he could suggest it, Hamish reappeared with a glint in his eye. That fucker had been listening. Sebastian would just have to wait until he got Charlie home.

CHAPTER 17

CHARLIE

The nerves were kicking in now about the charity ball. He was attending as Sebastian Steele’s partner. Charlie had overheard Sebastian say to the event organiser he was bringing his boyfriend. Sebastian was on the board of the charity, which he’d failed to mention. This meant there’d be more of a spotlight on them. He’d needed a pep talk from Jason earlier when they’d spoken on the phone.

“What if I make a tit out of myself?”

“I’m sure Sebastian will still love you regardless,” said Jason dryly.

“How is that helping?”

“Just keeping it real.”

“I’m looking for delusion here, Jason. This charity is important to him. I don’t want to embarrass him by coming across as some poor kid who grew up on a council house in a rough part of London.”

“But that’s who you are, babes. And he’ll have to deal with me if that’s not good enough for him.”

Charlie laughed. Jason was a pint-sized dynamo, and he knew he wouldn’t hesitate to bitch-slap Sebastian, but there was no need. This was all in Charlie’s own head. Bex’s commentsfrom earlier in the week still played on his mind. Even though she’d apologised and been nothing but lovely since, Charlie couldn’t help but see some truth in her words.

“Oh, I wanted to talk to you about something,” said Charlie, looking around to check he was alone.

“What’s up, hun?”

“Remember that client I told you about? The one who always made me feel like shit because he got in my head.”

“Jeremy, the investment banker.”

“Jesus, you are the memory man. You should do something with that brain of yours. “

“We were talking about you. What about Jeremy?”

“He keeps contacting me and offering me money to see him again. I block the number and he texts me from another and puts the fee up.”

“How much are we talking about?”

“Thirty grand now.”

“Fucking hell. I didn’t know you were that good in bed. I’d have tapped you myself.”

---