I stood in front of Evan's house, watching as my Uber ride zoomed down the driveway, getting smaller as he disappeared. Diverting my attention to my watch, I noted that it was only half past six, meaning that I was still thirty minutes early.
Mr. Trevorrow and I had traded messages the last couple of days, filling me in on all the details that I needed to know. He had told me to arrive at seven and to dress smart casual, which was why I was in a light blue button-down shirt, tucked into my khaki colored chinos, and complemented by brown shoes and belt.
I felt bad keeping all of this from Evan, but I knew that Eric was right. If I had breathed a single word of this to Evan, he would have forced me to decline. Heck, I wouldn't put it past the guy to tie me to a chair to stop me. But nothing felt as bad as keeping things from my friends.
Sure, the gang knew I was invited to some party with Evan, but I had left out almost everything that I had learned about the guy. Evan didn't want me telling anyone, and I had to respect that, but it didn't mean I didn't feel guilty about it. Our little group told each other almost everything, especially when it came to anything even remotely related to our love lives, as much as I hated that. So, to leave out important details about the life Evan had was in a way betraying my friends. I could only hope that Evan would eventually become their friend too and would feel comfortable telling them then.
All this secrecy was also the reason I had to get an Uber rather than get one of the guys to drive me over. Just catching a lift to Mitch and Melissa's house would have given away too much as to the area in which Evan lived, much less all the way to his actual house.
Putting the thought from my mind, I turned to the front door, taking in the house once again since the last Tuesday. I still couldn't get over how nice his house was. Mitch and Melissa may have lived in a mansion that was bigger than this, but it almost seemed too proper to be homey. Evan's place was both homey and yet had a flair all its own.
I rang the doorbell, hearing the distant chiming echoing through the house. While waiting, I adjusted my shirt, making sure that it was still neatly tucked in, smoothing out the creases in my pants. I didn't know if I was dressed okay for the occasion, but Eric kept emphasizing that it was a casual affair, so I didn't think I was too underdressed.
Returning my attention to the door, I realized that there was still no answer. Ringing the doorbell a second time, I started to wonder if I was maybe a little too early. I knew Eric hadn't mentioned anything to Evan. Did that mean that Evan could have possibly already left, not knowing that I was supposed to be dropping by?
I was raising my hand to pressed the doorbell a third time before the door opened, revealing a half-naked Evan, water droplets running down his body, catching on the trimmed hairs on his chest. A towel was tied around his waist, his very delectable treasure trail disappearing behind it. I darted my eyes up, seeing a confused look on Evan's face, water still dripping from his wet hair. Yep, I was definitely too early.
"Brad? What are you doing here?" he asked, clearly confounded by my presence.
"Um...well...I uh..." I stammered, trying to regain my composure. Evan just stood there waiting for my reply, which in itself, wasn't helping my predicament. He was just a living god, I swear. I've seen plenty of guys in the shower, but Evan was just something else. "Your father invited me to the party?"
"Party? You mean the company party?" he asked, an eyebrow rising.
"Yeah. He figured you'd have more fun with me there and he didn't want to tell you because he knew you'd reject the offer."
Evan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He looked deep in thought for a moment before he heaved a sigh, dropping his hand. Opening his eyes, I saw his gaze travel down my body, and I'm not gonna lie, I felt slightly vulnerable. How pathetic, a fully clothed jock feeling insecure in front of the practically naked nerd. Shouldn't he be the one feeling vulnerable?
"Wait, you're not wearing that, right?" he asked, bringing his eyes back up to mine.
"Uh," I muttered, looking down at my attire once again. "Your dad said smart casual."
"That man is going to be the death of me," he grumbled. "Come on, you can borrow one of my suits." Wait what? Suit?
Evan moved away from the door, returning to his bedroom. I entered, closing the door behind me before following behind him.
"Did you say suit?" I asked.
"Yes."
"So, am I right to assume I'm way underdressed?" I asked as I caught up with Evan, trying my hardest not to look down at his ass.
"My dad has this thing about getting people to go to these parties in something more casual. A little hypocritical of him seeing that he always goes in a suit regardless. My first party, he told me to wear a t-shirt and jeans. Not surprisingly, I stood out like a sore thumb," he explained, all without even looking back at me.
"Your dad has a strange sense of humor."
"If only that was the case. I can understand if he's doing it all for a laugh, but he's not. He got his secretary to come in a mini skirt once, and he actually thought she was dressed appropriately. The rest of the company didn't share his sentiment," Evan said, pushing through his bedroom door.
I entered after him, proceeding to stand awkwardly by his bed. I watched as Evan gave me another once over, crossing his arms across his muscular chest. "It's a good thing you're around my size," he said, tilting his head to one side. "Your shoes are okay, though. A good thing, seeing that I don't think any of mine will fit you." I took this opportunity to look down at his feet, noticing that he did have bigger feet than me. Not really surprising because I had what some would call small feet; a shoe size 9.
He turned, heading for his closet, ruffling through the rows of clothes, hangers clanging against each other as he worked. Eventually, he pulled out a black suit, a white dress shirt underneath the jacket. "Here," he said, handing it to me. "You can change into this."
I took the outfit in my arms as I wondered if he wanted me to go change in the bathroom. Evan answered my unspoken question immediately when he grabbed his things and proceeded into the bathroom and closing the door. I sighed, laying the probably expensive garment gently down onto the bed.
I stared at it for a moment, before I began to undress, pulling on piece by piece the components of the suit sitting in front of me. First, the pants that were neither tight nor baggy, almost like it was tailored for me. Next came the shirt which I carefully tucked into the hem of the pants, securing it in place with the leather belt. I decided to hold off on the jacket until later, though, straightening the cuffs on my sleeves.
I heard the bathroom door open behind me, causing me to turn. There, I saw Evan already in his outfit, who like me, was without the jacket. He took a look at me before a small smile crept onto his face. "You clean up good," he laughed, walking over to the closet and pulling out a pair of ties, handing one of them to me. "You know how to tie one of these?"
"I know how, but it won't turn out pretty," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. I've worn ties like, probably three times in my life before, so it wasn't that surprising. Heck, it's an accomplishment in itself that I knew how to do it.
Evan laughed, though, shaking his head and walking up to me. He tossed the long fabric around my neck and fantasies immediately filled my head. Oh, how I imagined him tugging on the ends of the tie, pulling me closer to his warm body. I would look up at him, seeing the smirk that plastered his face, feeling my growing arousal pushing against his own. Before long, he would lower his soft lips to mine, giving me a quick and sweet kiss before pulling away. Wanting more, I would push forward, crashing our lips together again, opening my mouth to him.
Of course, all this only happened in my head. In reality, Evan began working the tie into a presentable state, his fingers moving with swiftness and dexterity. I stared at him as he worked, his focus fully on making my tie look the best it can be. His long eyelashes hid intense brown eyes, his lips pursed as he concentrated. His jaw was clenched tight, the bone moving ever so slightly on the sides of his face. Every so often, his knuckles would accidentally brush against my neck, but I managed not to melt. I hoped to hell he didn't notice the goosebumps that erupted across my skin, though.
After about half a minute of blissful agony, Evan pulled away, admiring his work. "All good?" I asked, bringing my hand up to feel for the knotted mass of cloth at the base of my neck.
"Yep. Ready for inspection," he said, motioning for the mirror behind his closet door. I stepped up to it, taking in my appearance and adjusting the tightness of the tie just a little. Overall, I think I looked pretty nice. Evan was right, I did clean up good. "Here. To complete the look," Evan said. I turned to him, seeing him holding out a hand with two metal stubs resting in his palm. I picked them up, fitting each cuff link into the little slit in the sleeve.
"So, I take it you're used to these kinds of functions?" I asked, making my sleeves look presentable.
"More than I'd like. These company parties are dull. Just old people who talk about business all the time," Evan grumbled.
"Your dad said that some of them bring their kids, right?" I questioned.
