“Yes, but—”
“Thanks, Fernando. You’ve been a big help.”
Without further ado, Wolf took the escalator one flight down. He saw several associates, but not who he was looking for, so he wandered around the floor, passing by each employee to see their name tag, until he found Donald helping a customer. When he was finished ringing up the sale, Wolf was quick to make eye contact and give his most winning smile.
“Good afternoon. I was wondering if you could help me.”
He didn’t miss the swift assessment, and then Donald smiled. “Of course.”
Wolf played the same game, only he allowed his gaze to linger, and pink flooded Donald’s cheeks. “I’m looking for something.”
“I work men’s accessories and furnishings. What can I do for you?” Donald straightened his jacket and touched his tie. Slim, medium height, he was a good-looking man with bleached blond hair and light-brown eyes. Wolf noticed a touch of eyeliner and well-manicured nails, buffed to a high sheen. A diamond stud glittered in one ear. Obviously, someone who took pains with his appearance.
“I’m thinking almost anything.” He winked. “But I’m in need of all new T-shirts and briefs. Twenty pairs of each should do it.”
“Oh, oh, definitely.” Donald’s eyes lit up, most likely at the potential hefty commission from the sale.
“But first ties. I’d like to try some on. I like subdued colors, or solids. I’ll wait here while you get me some.”
“What price range should I look at? I see you have impeccable taste. I recognize that suit and tie from our latest Italian collection.”
“I believe in the best. And price is no object. When I see something I want…” He paused and gave Donald a slow smile. “I go and get it.”
Donald’s eyes locked with his. “O-okay. I’ll, uh, be right back.” Almost tripping over himself, he ran to the vast selection of ties, and Wolf sat in an armchair to wait.
Did he feel bad at the way he treated Donald? Not at all. That little fucker wanted to hurt Spencer, and Wolf was going to teach him a lesson. Karma was a bitch.
In less than ten minutes, Donald returned with several silk ties. Wolf saw some outrageously expensive designer ones and smiled to himself. He couldn’t fault the man for that.
“I have some here.” Donald held out four of them, and Wolf made a pretense of taking a tie from one hand while letting his fingers slide over Donald’s palm.
“Of course, I’ll want to try them on. Can we go into a dressing room? I don’t need to put on a show,” Wolf murmured.
“Uh, of course.” Donald sounded breathless. “F-follow me.”
Wolf walked behind him, and they entered the dressing rooms. “I don’t like trying clothing on where other people can watch me.” He undid his tie, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on Donald. “I don’t mind if you watch, though.” He let the silk run through his fingers, and a crazy idea popped into his mind.
“Would you wear any of these?” He held up a wine-colored tie in one hand and a gold-and-brown-striped one in the other. “I can see you in them.”
“S-sure. I’d wear either.”
“How about both?” He slipped the tie around Donald’s wrist. “I’d love to see you wearing these. Would you let me?” He ran his fingers holding the silk down Donald’s cheek and felt him shudder. Maybe he’d go to hell for this, but it was worth it.
“I don’t know if I should.”
“I think you like doing things you shouldn’t.” Wolf licked his lips. “Am I right? You like being a little naughty, don’t you?”
Damn, he was having way too much fun with this. Spencer must’ve had more of an influence on him than he’d thought.
Donald’s breathing sped up. “S-sometimes.”
Wolf bound Donald’s wrists and pulled them behind his back. “How about now?” He tightened the knot and pushed Donald to the floor. “Kneel for me. You’re fucking hot for it, aren’t you?” He figured he might as well go all out, and he took the other tie and gagged Donald. “Mmm. You’re loving it, right? You want me to give it to you right here in the dressing room, don’t you?”
Wide-eyed and breathing heavily, Donald whimpered and nodded. Wolf swiftly knotted another tie around Donald’s ankles, then used the last one to bind his wrists and ankles together. He hesitated for a moment and decided to hell with it. He popped the button open on the man’s pants and drew the zipper halfway.
“But that wouldn’t be right, would it,Donald? Didn’t you tell Christo it’s wrong to play with customers?” Wolf leaned closer and watched the naked fear enter Donald’s eyes. “You told him Spencer was leading Roberto on and who knows what else he might be doing with customers. Didn’t you? You wanted him to lose his job, isn’t that right? But here you are.”
Donald began to struggle to get to his feet and made noises behind the tie, but Wolf merely smiled and shook a finger at him.
