I was dumbfounded by the sight of them. They were wearing similar outfits. Freddie-the-fair wore a pale pink shirt with a black tie and black suit trousers, while his darker counterpart wore a pale blue shirt with a navy tie and matching trousers.
Enzo’s sleeves were rolled up to the elbows to reveal thickly banded muscle in his forearms. It was a sight that left me clenching my thighs together.
The top two buttons of Freddie’s shirt were undone and his tie loose around his collar to reveal a small amount of chest hair. My fingers itched to touch it and pull just to see if the sound he made was a pleasurable one.
Both were holding a bottle of wine, and each had a perfect, cheeky smile on their faces.
“We weren’t sure whether you’d have wine so we brought two,” Freddie purred when he st
