Page 27 of Sin Deep
He pulled out the bag, finding a fancy-assed leather vest with buckles on the shoulders and a lace-up decoration deal. There was a shiny, tiny golden one on straps, too, and a red and black one with chains. Yeah, this was dress-up stuff. Not what he was hunting at all.
They were nice though. The gold one looked like the same shape as the sparkly one Ollie wore the other night…stiffer and tighter. The one with the chains was soft and fancy and it looked like it would fit like a dream.
Maybe he should try the dresser. Heck, he didn’t hang up anything he owned.
“Lord, buddy, I just need a black t-shirt. I promise to keep up with my laundry. I was supposed to do it today, and I got all busy.”
He started to close the garment bag and the gold thing fell off it’s hanger to the bottom of the bag. When he reached for it, he knocked the whole bag to the floor.
“Motherfucker! Ollie! Come tell me how to hang these goddamn things up without ruining them!”
“Huh? Which things, sweetheart?” Ollie came in wearing bright yellow dish gloves. “Oh my. What happened?”
“I was snooping. I suck. Help me put them away so they’re okay? I shouldn’t have opened the goddamn thing.” He would just wear a white t-shirt under his jacket.
“If Jackson’s going to leave stuff unlocked it’s fair game, that’s not snooping.” Ollie took off his gloves and helped him carry the bag over to the bed, then pulled the clothing out. “You did make a tangle here, didn’t you?”
“There’s all these fucking strings.” He shook his head. “I’m supposed to meet Winter in half an hour, and I don’t even know where I’m going exactly.”
“Don’t panic. I’ll get you there. Are you going to wear one of these? This one would look great on you.” Ollie held up the red and black one to his chest. “Mmm. Pretty.”
“No. One, they’re not mine. Two, they’re probably expensive. Three, I just want a t-shirt. That’s all.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Okay. I didn’t mean to get you all flustered. I’m sorry.” Ollie started putting the things back on their hangers and back into the garment bag.
“I just know me. I don’t want to ruin anything, and these are special.” And how would he explain it?I was snooping and then I wore your fancy stuff and messed it up?“I have nosy person’s guilt.”
“If Jackson left them here, they’re not that important to him, you know. And they’d look great on you.” Ollie hung the garment bag back up. “Come with me, I have a hundred dark t-shirts. Maybe something will work.”
“Thank you. I just—I was going to deal with my laundry today, and instead I was with Winter.” And now he was flustered and running late. “I need to find my Zen, man.”
“Just breathe. You can text Master Winter if you’re going to be late; he’s not going to be mad or anything. You’re not standing him up. And you can do your laundry tomorrow or drop it off on your way to work in the morning.” Ollie opened a drawer in a brightly painted dresser and held a t-shirt up. “Try this one.”
“Thanks.” He tugged the t-shirt on, finding it tighter than he’d normally wear, but not so tight he’d bust it. “Does it look okay? Can you see my heart beating in it?”
Ollie’s eyes went wide. “Damn, Harley. You better keep that one, it looks great on you.”
His cheeks went all hot. “Thank you. You look amazing yourself. That doesn’t look like a tank top at all.”
Ollie laughed. “It’s a corset. Like the ones in Jackson’s closet. Like my sparkly Mardi Gras one, only a lot tighter. You’re adorable, you dork. Let’s get you an Uber.”
“I try. I just want to have a drink and tell him goodnight. Then I’ll be home. I have to be in to haul shit in the morning.”
“Hardworking Harley.” Ollie pulled out his phone. “You need a ride. I got you.”
“A man’s got to bring in the bacon, right?” In the back of his mind, he could hear Jackson going ‘mmm…bacon’, even as far away as Rome.
“Or find someone to bring it in for him.” Ollie winked. “Your ride will be here in five. Master Winter will make sure you get home, but I’m texting you the address…” Ollie’s thumbs tapped confidently on the phone. “Right…now. There. Now you know.”
“Thank you. I look okay?” He grabbed his jacket and zipped it halfway up, then he picked up his gimme cap.
“I don’t know how you pull off being so adorable and so fucking hot at the same time.” Ollie kissed his cheek.
“Thank you. I shouldn’t be late. I’ll see you in a bit.” He gave Ollie a hard hug. Man, that corset thing was stiff.
Ollie saw him out with a wave. “Have fun!”
“Just having a drink and saying goodnight!” He bebopped down the stairs though, didn’t he? Because he was a giant dork.
