Robert heard the firm knock on the office door and smiled, anticipation dancing through him. Dinner had arrived.
With eager steps, he hurried to answer. A peek through the security peephole had his smile widening. He unlocked the door, beaming, and not even attempting to hide his emotions from the man who stood in the doorway. “Stephen. Hey!”
His lover winked at him, a sunny smile in place. “Dinner is served. I fancied fish and chips tonight. Is that okay with you?” He stepped inside, his hands full of parcels wrapped in newspaper.
“Perfect brain food,” Robert said, after closing the door. “Let’s eat now.” He led the way to a small room holding a table and six mismatched chairs. “I’m starving and could do with a break. I’ve been working on Ashley’s program for the run-up to the election
