Chapter 4Ted swung by in the Town Car at precisely 7:30 to pick up Ryan for the MacTaggart Foundation Gala. The driver didn’t even have to beep; Ryan emerged from his mother’s small, virulently purple Victorian home the moment they stopped.
He looked an absolute marvel. For having all of four days to get him fitted and tailored, Daly’s had worked miracles. Ryan’s black tux was cut trim and modern, hugging his shoulders and hips just so, and giving a flattering, tapered silhouette to his long legs. His waistcoat and lapels shone a deep charcoal accent. The white scarf he’d draped over the jacket and his usual flyaway afro hairstyle were individualist icing on the classic cake.
And it was goddamn sexy cake.
Ted took a deep breath and stuffed his libido down deep inside where it could fest
