Unprofessional

Riley

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He smiled and opened the door wider.

"You clean up well yourself too." I walked in and took in the grandeur of his home. It had to be the largest house I'd ever been in, and there was plenty of space, but nothing else. Furniture dotted the various rooms we walked in toward the kitchen, but there wasn't one picture on the wall, nor any decorations.

It was sterile, lifeless, sad.

"I brought wine." I set the bottle on the kitchen counter and turned to face him.

He stopped by the opening to the kitchen and flipped the switch beside him. A set of decorative lights illuminated just beyond the patio doors, lighting up a beautiful yet quaint deck.

"You good with us eating outside tonight?" He moved into the kitchen, and I turned to watch him as he busied himself with finishing up everything we would need for a salad.

His slacks looked good on his ass, his button down shirt tucked in and belt tight as if he'd just walked in the door from a long d