Bebe was still fussing over Andvari, who was now scowling in a pair of black slacks and a snug gray v-neck shirt that showed off every single one of his muscles, but he turned to stare at Henry. He nodded his agreement as one of the tailors came over to him and marked an adjustment. It was so weird. Luckily, Henry’s attention was still on Andvari. He really wanted to go touch, but before he could, Bebe bustled them back behind the screen and handed them each another outfit.
“This one, darling. You’ll look amazing. Oh, it’s so fun having a blank canvas! Eduard, darling, we should call a stylist to come give the boys a little trim while we wait for alterations. I can have lunch catered! It’ll be wonderful!”
“Can you get someone on such short notice?” Eduard asked.
Bebe trilled out a laugh, and Henry became more convinced than ever that Bebe was somethingother. That sound could not have been made by a human. “For me? Darling, they’ll be here soon. This is sofun!”
Henry laughed and swore he’d call Eduard darling for the next week just to drive him crazy. It’d befun! But he couldn’t deny that Bebe’s enthusiasm was catching. He and Sawyer tried on their next outfit and went out to find more approvals. He didn’t know how they’d managed to do it, but each thing they put on was made for them. Sawyer wouldn’t have looked good in the plaid shirt Henry had on, and Henry couldn’t imagine wearing the rusty red color of Sawyer’s next shirt.
They fit well too, although Henry had to suffer through Bebe tugging and pinning at the dress pants he tried on next. Apparently, they didn’t show off hisassets to Bebe’s high standards. Draco was out on the platform when they came out again, and Henry nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of him in tight black pants and a white button down shirt that Bebe had unbuttoned several times to show what should be an illegal amount of skin and the dark shadow of his chest hair. But it worked on Draco, making him look really sexy. He caught Henry’s gaze and grinned wickedly.
“Later,” Henry promised.
The morning passed with more clothes than Henry cared to think about. Eduard had only vetoed a couple things he’d tried on, while Bebe had fussed over the fit of a few others. He had belts and shoes and hats to match, as did Sawyer. He could only imagine how much this was setting Eduard back but the griffin looked so happy it really must not have mattered.
Bebe gave them each back one of the casual outfits from the beginning, scowling at the clothes they’d worn into his studio as he handed them to an assistant. Sawyer wrapped his arms around Henry’s waist and hooked his chin over Henry’s shoulder.
“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
“Nope. It was fun.”
“I didn’t think it would be.”
“Trust Eduard, right? He wouldn’t have made us do it if it wasn’t fun. Kinda like going to his estate. We’ll have fun there, too. I mean, didn’t you notice the beach clothes? We’re gonna be by a beach, Sawyer. Abeach.”
“Yeah. I haven’t had a vacation in a long time. It’ll be nice to be there with you guys.”
“Hey, have you ever been to a clambake? I don’t even know exactly what a clambake is, but I want to have one.”
“I’m sure all you’ll have to do is ask Eduard. He’ll make it happen.”
“Oh, do you think he has a yacht? He’s rich enough to have a yacht, right?”
Sawyer laughed and squeezed him tighter.
“I don’t have a yacht, but my father does,” Eduard called.
Henry wiggled out of Sawyer’s hold and ran out to the main part of the room again. Several piles of bags were situated by the door. “Thank you so much, Eduard. And also, yacht. How fun is that?”
“Fun,” Eduard promised.
“Thank you, Eduard,” Sawyer said. He joined Henry and wrapped his arms around their griffin mate. “That was pretty amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. We’ll head to the estate after lunch. I can’t wait to show you both my home.”
Sawyer
Sawyer couldn’t believe his eyes when the limo they were in finally pulled to a stop in front of Eduard’s “cottage.” They’d left the bus on the mainland, switching to what Henry had called a yacht for the trip across to the island. Once there, they were loaded into the limo for the final leg of the journey.
Some of the houses they’d passed were incredible. Mansions didn’t begin to describe them. He’d imagined visiting places like this when he’d done his undergraduate degree and hoped to one day make a trip abroad to see stately homes and castles in England and France. For now, this was the American version and as close as he’d ever come.
Eduard’s estate was situated behind a massive iron gate that had a guard station beside it. He’d seen a few cameras as well, and began to understand why Eduard wanted them to come here. It had much better security, at least from what Sawyer could see. And that was all before they made it to the house itself. It looked like a castle but without all the turrets or a moat. Built of stone that had weathered into the lightest gray, Sawyer counted three stories from what he could see out the window. The staff were waiting for them on the steps, and Cecil opened the door once the limo pulled to a stop.
Sawyer couldn’t take his eyes off the place. It was so beautiful. Perfect. Why would Eduard ever want to live anywhere else?
“Do you like it?” Eduard stood beside him, searching his face for some sign.
“I love it, Eduard. It’s breathtaking. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
