Page 66 of Reverb
Heat to his cheeks. It only dawned on himnowthat she wasn’t wearing any makeup. “Oh.”
She chuckled and bumped past him. “Come on, hot stuff. I’ve seen you naked, now show me your clothes.”
He did, and a mere two minutes later, she was rolling her eyes. “Really? I saw you in a button-down the first day! That whole outfit would be perfect for tonight.”
David cringed. “It’s in my dirty laundry bag. I don’t have any other button-downs.”
“Damn it, David!” But she was laughing.
He held up his hands. “I’m security! You guys said there wouldn’t be any fancy dress parties.” He lowered his hands and sank to the bed. “Jeans and tees. That’s what you have to work with.”
She looked him up and down, and that was all the more sexy in that dress with those boots and from that height. “Oh no, it isn’t.” She whipped out her phone. “As I recall, you and Dom are the same height. And your basic body build isn’tthatdifferent.”
Fucking hell. He tried to argue. “I’m broader in the shoulders. And I’m not gonna look goodat allin Domino Grinder’s gear.”
“But you’ll look stunning in Dominic Bradley’s.” Those warm eyes pinned him to where he sat. “Do you trust me?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Of course he did. She’d thrown him into a pool. They’d lain in bed together. Fucked.
“Good.” She dropped her focus to her phone and started tapping away on it. A moment later, she bounced on her toes. “I’ll be right back.” Then she was gone.
David sat down on the bed and sorted through his emotions. This was—fucking amazing. He was going to dinner with Twisted Wishes, not as a security guard, but as a friend. Part of their inner group. And, most likely, he was going to do it in some of Dom’s clothes.
Mish returned with an entire garment bag. “I grabbed a few options.” And by few, she meant several button-down shirts, some ties, a few vests...and suspenders.
David boggled at the choices. “He travels with all this?” He fingered the shirts, all good quality and colors that would work with David’s skin tone.
“Honey, Dom is a clotheshorse. The only one worse is Zavier, but don’t tell him I said that. He keeps his shoe collection on the downlow.”
In the end, through much laughter and several outfits, David wound up in a pair of his own black jeans, a brick-red button-down paired with a dark blue tie. The suspenders didn’t work with the jeans, and the vests made him look like a waiter, so they did without those, though he liked the suspender look. Maybe when they got back to New York, he’d look into expanding his wardrobe.
Mish had him dig out the leather necklace he’d been wearing that first day. He’d put it away while on duty—the less shit for people to grab at if he got into a scuffle, the better.
Coupled with the boots he’d been wearing earlier, his reflection in the mirror could be calledstylish. He looked likehimself. Air caught in his throat, emotions welling up so suddenly. These moments, the simple ones when he saw the man he’d always wanted to see staring back at him—they always left him breathless.
He turned away from the mirror and worked to settle himself. He washereand himself, through all that had happened in his life. It was a fucking miracle sometimes.
“David?”
“I’m fine,” he said, though his voice was husky. “I look good.”
She bumped his hip with hers. “You always look good.”
He grunted, and a smile tugged at his lips. “Thanks.”
Mish did her makeup, and a few minutes after that, they were walking through the lobby. Damn, theyalllooked fine. Mish had chosen well. Might not have been planned, but there was something of a theme of black, white, red, and blue going on among them. They certainly turned heads. David offered Mish his arm and she took it, her grin a flash of white that was as bright as a camera’s.
There were plenty of those, too. “They’re gonna write about us,” he said.
“Oh, honey, they already have. It’s beenhourssince the pool.”
He laughed at that.
They piled into a limo—a stretch one—and when David settled in, Marcella tapped his foot with hers. “We’re going conspicuous.”
And yeah, they were. The restaurant they rolled up to wasn’t the most expensive in town, but it was pricy. They swung past the bar and were seated toward the back of the establishment without any waiting.
“How the heck did you manage this?” he asked Marcella.
