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“You really do say the sweetest things sometimes, baby,” she murmured.

Ghost closed his eyes when she massaged his cock.

That time, he didn’t answer.

18

THE GENTLEMAN’S CLOTHIER

She took him to a store on Sloane Street, not far from the park.

He would have never known where he was if she hadn’t told him.

He asked her to choose clothes for him, even shoes, and she told him his Italian, handmade shoes should be fine. She picked out everything else for him without needing to ask him anything about sizes or measurements, which felt strange but oddly exhilarating, too.

It was strange as hell to have a stranger know so much about him.

She seemed to know his body better than he did.

After she’d grabbed him a number of shirts, pants, even a jacket seemingly made from leather (“It gets cold inside the auction hall, and we’re going out to dinner tonight,” she informed him), she hustled him into an area at the back of the store and told him to strip off the suit so he could try everything on.

No tailor waited to serve them.

No one seemed to blink that his wife had accompanied him to a dressing area for men.

No one seemed to think anything of her being with him at all.

Ghost could get used to the permissiveness here.

Only once did anyone in the store even come near them.

One suited employee inquired haughtily if they needed help, when they first entered through the double glass doors. That employee didn’t seem to mind Nat’s presence here either, and once Nat explained to him what she was looking for, he offered her a number of suggestions on where in the store to find what she wanted. The whole time he spoke to her, the store’s tailor looked Ghost over with sharp eyes, focusing with particular interest on the black and gold threads adorning the wool vest he wore, and the jacket with its cut waist.

He seemed like he wanted to ask, but politeness or caution or some other consideration prevented him from doing so.

He focused on Ghost’s wife, instead.

“Oh, that jacket will be perfect for him,” the man assured her. “I think I would go with the casual, sexy look. And the light blue shirt will make his eyes stand out.” Frowning slightly, he waved Nat off a rack of shirts she’d been perusing. “No, no, not that one, pet. Not with his broad shoulders. I would go with the cut off the other rack.”

The man pulled a shirt off another shiny metal bar.

“This one, I think. Or possibly this one.” He handed her both. “These are better for that triangular form of his… really emphasizes that he’s in good shape.”

The man winked at Ghost as he spoke.

Ghost felt his face flush.

He wasn’t used to store proprietors being so familiar with him, but at least he kept his hands to himself, and off his wife.

The man also didn’t direct any such comments to her.

Nat certainly didn’t seem offended by the man’s words.

She beamed at him instead. “Thanks! This one looks perfect! I think we’re good for now. We’ll see how these fit him and report back.”

“Most excellent, my dear,” the store clerk replied smoothly.

That was when she grabbed his hand and led Ghost to the back.

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