Page 34 of Seal the Deal
“What the fuck are home clothes?”
“The clean clothes you put on after a shower that you only wear at home,” Andrew answers as if Nicholas should know this. If there are home clothes, no one bothered to tell him.
“Speaking of home clothes, you can’t wear that, so you’re either going to stop at your place on the way and get clothes, or borrow something of mine.”
“None of your clothes are going to fit me, princess.”
“You might be large, but you’re not a giant. Besides, my home clothes are oversized because it's more comfortable. If that’s a dealbreaker, you can just go home and have dessert alone.”
If Andrew thinks any of that is a dealbreaker, he is sorely mistaken. The only thing better than getting to prolong this date is being invited to his home. Nicholas is deeply curious about what it might be like, and also about the prospect of seeing him in the shower. Judging by his lack of reaction to Nicholas’s flirting, that's unlikely but a man can dream. If nothing else, he can find out what the fuck home clothes are.
“I can handle a shower.”
“Good because you didn’t have a choice,” Andrew replies in a tone that makes Nicholas glad his oversized safety coveralls hide his dick. Why is being told what to do by Andrew kind of hot? “Come on, let's go to my place. This music is giving me a headache.”
“Anyone ever told you that you’re bossy, princess?”
“All the time.” Andrew shoves his gloves in the front pocket of his coverall before lifting an eyebrow at Nicki.
When Nicholas doesn’t immediately follow, he takes a step towards the exit. “Come.”
“I’m not a dog.”
Andrew’s mouth turns up at the corner as he takes another step backward. “Be a good boy and come.”
“Fuck you, princess.”
“You wish,” Andrew grins, turning and walking to the door.
Nicholas is not going to follow.
Nicholas is not a good boy.
“Nicki.”
“Coming,” Nicholas grunts.
Fuck.
* * *
“You can shower first.”
“I can go after you.”
“No, you—just no.” Andrew shoves a towel at Nicholas. “I’ll find you some clean clothes once you’re in the shower. They won’t be as fancy as what you usually wear but hopefully they’ll work.”
“No polos or khakis.”
“I don’t wear polos and khakis at home,” Andrew scoffs as if that is ridiculous. As if Nicholas has any idea what this confusing man wears at home.
“Why?”
“Because those are people clothes.”
“What the fuck are people clothes?” Nicholas asks. “First home clothes, now people clothes.”
“People clothes are the clothes you wear around other people when you have to be, well—a person. Like at work or with friends. And home clothes are the clothes you wear at home when you’re clean and can relax.”
