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heard that,” Tate said emerging from the bathroom. The man was breathtaking with his face mostly scrubbed of makeup except for a smudge of mascara and black eyeliner left beneath his lashes. His lips were shiny pink as if he’d used lip-gloss just to torture me and I could barely draw my eyes away.
    After a long moment of staring, I sprang my ass into motion, lifting the stilettos from the box. “You should try them on in case Annie needs to stretch them more.”
    Tori made herself comfortable on the couch as Tate drew the first heel out of the case and bent over to place it on his foot.
    “How did the video making go?” I asked.
    Tori held up her tablet from where it had been resting on her knees. “We’ve got a few dozen hits already.”
    Tate paused with the second pump in his hand to look at her. “Seriously?”
    “Told you so,” she said and then winked at me. “He’s going to go viral soon.”
    “Well of course,” Tate said now standing full height with both stilettos on his feet and his hip cocked to the side. “I’m that awesome.”
    Tori laughed and then rolled her eyes as she smirked in my direction. All it took was a pair of heels to get Tate back in character.
    “Is that what you want, Tate?” I asked, amused at his display.
    He looked at me curiously while chewing his bottom lip. “I’m not entirely sure. But it was a blast to do.”
    “Well, that’s important,” I said, thinking about our earlier conversation about finding a job.
    Our eyes held for probably entirely too long and I head Tori clear her throat. “So how do the shoes feel?”
    Tate snapped out of it and began prancing around the house in his tight jeans, T-shirt and pumps, while Tori clapped and laughed.
    He was a natural in those heels. The shirt he wore today had a simple rainbow painted in a faint wash across the front, so he must’ve had quite a collection. I was curious about his designs so I made a mental note to check out his website next time I was in front of my laptop.
    “They feel great,” he said as he neared the kitchen table. “How much do I owe you?’
    I held up my hands to brush him off. “First time is on us.”
    “No way, that’s your livelihood,” he scoffed. “I want to pay.”
    “A shoe stretch is nothing.” I shrugged, making sure not to mention the other small details Annie had decided to add. “It’s like a shoe shine.”
    “Pay him back with a specially designed shirt,” Tori said with a gleam in her eye.
    I couldn’t imagine which saying Tate would possibly select for me.
    “Where exactly do you create your shirts?” I asked looking around the small space. I tried to envision where he’d do the work in this apartment.
    “It only takes a few supplies.” He motioned to what looked like a crate tucked beneath the end table near the couch. “I use the kitchen table a couple of times a week. If I was still creating screen-print designs, it would be way messier.”
    “Don’t listen to him. He’s a neat freak so I’d hardly even notice,” Tori said, twirling her finger. As a matter of fact, I did detect how clean the space was when I first walked inside.
    “I can’t say the same about my roommate,” Tate replied as she retreated to her room, giving him the one finger salute over her shoulder.
    “Got stuff to do,” Tori said. “Nice meeting you.”
    She closed her bedroom door, leaving us standing alone.
    Tate leaned against the wall, looking completely comfortable in his own skin. “You want me to design something for you, Sebastian?”
    I took the opportunity to check him out more thoroughly as I pretended to think about his question. His shoulders filled out the shirt he had on the same way his thighs filled out his jeans. “They’re really cool. What would mine say?”
    “I’ll think of something good,” he said, with a sexy smirk on his perfectly proportioned face. Christ, why did his low voice make my palms all sweaty? This had never happened to me