Please, let this be real.What Baz wouldn’t give to see that annoying face right now.
“Excuse me for one moment, Mrs.Tuffin.”
She kept yapping about her granddaughter like she hadn’t heard him.She’d catch on.
Baz rushed down the hall to the restroom.Sami leaned against the left of the two sinks, a plastic bag dangling from his finger.Oh, Baz could kiss him.
“Glad to see me?”Sami grinned.
Never mind.
“This is your fault.So.”Baz snatched the bag out of his hand—and pulled out a crinkled, baby blue shirt.A polyester blend.“What the fuck is this?”
Which part of Baz’s appearance saidcheap?He was wearing a Rolex, for fuck’s sake!Did Sami think he was wearing these torture instruments called dress shoes because they were comfortable?
“It’s the best they had in your size.”
“Where did you go?”
“Thrift me up, Scottie.You know it?”
He went to a thrift store when Macy’s was two blocks away?Baz knew whatHoffman & Cobbpaid their associates, and it was enough to go to a proper store.Was this Sami’s idea of a prank?
“Are you fucking with me?”
“Not yet, but if you’re offering.”Sami wiggled his eyebrows.
Baz commanded the flutter in his groin to cease immediately and glared at Sami.This wasn’t the time for sex jokes.Or sincere offers that Baz could not afford to consider.
“Hey, you got seven minutes.It’s this or coffee,” Sami said.
He was enjoying this way too much.
Baz didn’t know when or how, but he would make Sami pay for putting him intopolyester.He threw his coat and suit jacket at Sami—look at that, something he was good for after all—then pulled his tie open.And caught the reflection of Sami taking a photo of him in the mirror.
“What the—”
“Evidence.For my raise.”
Baz’s fingers clawed into his shirt.Deep breath.He might have time for murder, but not to hide the body, and therefore no choice but to be the bigger person.
He forced the buttons through the holes, peeled the soaked fabric off him.Gross.
Sami offered him a stack of paper towels Baz wiped himself dry with.
Sami’s eyes tracked his every movement.His tongue traced the inside of his lips.Something hot coursed through Baz—something he banished back into its cave to die there.
“I’d say take a picture, but…” he mumbled, purely to see Sami develop the resemblance of shame.Instead, Sami met his eyes with breathtaking intensity, the star inside of them burning bright.Seriously, who the hell had eyes like this?How was that fair?
“You need to stop making these offers if you don’t want me to collect on them.”
“Or you could act like a normal person for once.”Baz’s voice came out hoarser than he wanted it to.
“That coming from you?Ouch.”Sami pressed his hand on his chest before his signature shit-eating grin broke through.“What can I say, I had a feeling you were hot under all these layers.Glad to see I’m right.”
He had thought about Baz naked?Not that Baz cared.
“Keep it in your pants, Adam.”
