Page 26 of Sin Deep
“Did I miss the memo about cleaning day?”
“Hm? Oh, sweetheart, you’re home!” Ollie stood up and it took Harley a second to recognize him fully. Ollie was wearing a tight black…was that a corset? His waist was so tiny it made his shoulders look wide, and Ollie was a string bean. “Did you have an amazing date?”
“I—Yeah…” Why was Ollie wearing that to vacuum?
“Well dish, Harley! I want to hear all about it.” Ollie was wearing black leggings too, that made him look almost curvy.
“We had tacos, really good sex, breakfast, and went to the museum. It was amazing.” And he couldn’t stop smiling.
“Well, no wonder you look so radiant. Good for you. Master Winter is choosey. I’m so glad he chose you.” Ollie took a couple of short breaths and chuckled softly. “Oh, I can’t get so excited in this thing. I can’t get a deep breath.”
“I…do you—I mean, I’ve never seen you vacuum like this before…” And he would have noticed, in theory.
“Oh.” Ollie blushed. “This is for Raymond; it’s what he told me to do today. So.”
“Oh. Is he…here?” He felt a little lost, but he was okay with that. Someone would catch him up, sooner or later.
“No. I’m just doing what I’m told.” And looking positively cheerful about it. “Do you like it? It’s a new one. Raymond gave it to me.”
“It looks like it’s tight. It makes your butt look great, though.” He still wasn’t clear on the vacuuming part, but if Ollie was okay, he was okay.
“Right? I think so too. It’s harder to wear than the ones I usually do though.” Ollie started putting back the couch cushions.
“Oh. There are different kinds?” Huh. Neat. “I’m not deserting you. I got to see if I have a clean shirt. I’m listening.”
“Lots,” Ollie called after him. “I have a bunch. Jackson has a few too. Are you going back out?”
“Just for a little while. Winter wanted to have a drink at the club where they had the party.” He thought maybe Winter wanted to make up for Friday, honestly.
“He likes you, huh?” Ollie leaned in his bedroom doorway.
“He seems to, yeah. I like him.” He started smelling his shirts. He had to take these to the cleaners.
“Are you that desperate for laundry?” Ollie shook his head. “I’d lend you something, but that pumped chest would bust out of my shirts. Why don’t you see what Jackson left in his closet? You two are pretty close in size.”
“I just need a dark t-shirt. I’m only going for long enough to have one drink.” He hated to snoop, but one t-shirt was all he needed.
“Are you and Jackson friends? Of course he would loan you a t-shirt. You change and then bring me your laundry, and I’ll do it for you. Laundry is one of my chores anyway.” Ollie left the room and after a second he heard the vacuum again.
He wasn’t going to make Ollie do his laundry. He’d take it to the cleaners like he had been. He didn’t need folks seeing the state of his unders. Lord, he could just imagine.
Harley, did you know your elastic is unravelling?
Harley, tighty-whities? Honestly?
Harley, you have holes in the heels of your socks?
Harley, you have sweat stains. What would your mother say?
No thank you.
He opened the closet that wasn’t his and searched for something simple, dark, and clean.
If he’d wanted a white dress shirt or a navy or gray suit, he’d have had his pick of the closet. If Jackson owned anything casual at all, he must have taken it with him to Europe. Obviously, Jackson wasn’t wearing business suits on his extended vacation.
The only black thing he found was a garment bag toward the back of the closet and he zipped it open. It was worth a shot.
Oh, that was leather. He’d know that smell anywhere, and he wasn’t about to borrow anything that smelled that expensive. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to look, though.
