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When he pulled on the shirt, it hugged his body just right, making him look... different.

“I actually look good in this,” Nat said disbelievingly.

“Yes, you do,” Duke murmured, that same dark thing in his gaze. He stood up and prowled around the low platform, eyeing Nat up and down from every angle. The look on his face—that was appreciation.

Nat blushed. Duke’s hands twitched; he tucked them into his pockets, his gaze traveling down Nat’s chest to his belly, to his hips and legs.

Nat cast around for another subject before he grew hard. “Um, I think your lunch hour is almost over? You can... look again later if you want.”

Something flickered in Duke’s expression. “All right.”

He stepped back and let Lector fuss over Nat. Lector muttered and tugged on the clothes; Nat watched Duke.

His boss looked really pleased with himself. “Could you add a three-piece suit to the order?” Duke asked.

“Of course,” Lector said absently.

Nat’s eyes widened. “Why would I need one of those?”

“Just in case.” Duke smiled. “I think you’ll look great in a suit.”

“You can wear this set out of the shop if you’d like,” Lector said. “None of the adjustments are critical.”

“But what should I wear tomorrow?” Nat asked.

“I’ll deliver two sets to your office by this evening,” Lector answered.

“Thank you,” Duke said.

Nat didn’t want to ask how much money was involved, placing a rush order like this.

Duke stepped onto the low platform. He came to stand in front of Nat, tugging lightly on Nat’s collar to straighten it. Nat stopped breathing. Duke’s hands were large against his chest, warm through the thin shirt, and it felt... intimate.

“You really do look good,” Duke murmured. “This makes such a difference, doesn’t it?”

“I look like rich people now,” Nat blurted. Then he could’ve smacked himself in the face.

Duke laughed. “Perhaps. Although not all rich people dress like this. Not that I’m calling myself rich.”

“What else do rich people wear?”

“Grubby clothes. I wear that sometimes, you know. You’ll see it for yourself soon enough.”

Nat tamped down his excitement. He really wanted to see Duke when he was less than put together.

They thanked Lector and left the store with Wanda, getting back in the car.

“Is everything in your wardrobe tailored?” Nat asked.

Duke shrugged. “I have a few fire department T-shirts. Those are standard size. The shelter ones too.”

“I can’t imagine what you’d look like in a tailored T-shirt.”

“Just the same as everything else I own.”

“That’s because you look like a model. You would make everything look good.”

Duke smirked; Nat’s toes curled.