“Thank you, Aaron,” Dante said. “Would you mind locking your office door, please?”
Aaron slid along the wall toward the door and locked it. The sound of the lock snapping closed was sharp and unsettling. He looked up expectantly.
“Thank you, Aaron.”
He felt his knees weaken when Dante held out a hand. “Please come back to the desk, Aaron, and remove your jacket. You may hang it, if you like.”
An argument rose to Aaron’s tongue along the don’t-tell-me-what-to-do line, but interest—fascination—kept it still. Maybe this game would be a fun one after all. He stepped forward and shrugged out of his jacket, dropping it on the couch as he passed it. As he walked, he undid the buttons of his shirt. He held Dante’s gaze, unsure whether he was defying Dante by making the move first or offering D
