WIP Wednesday
“Are you implying I don’t look absolutely fuckable in a suit and tie?”
Derek opens his mouth then closes it again. For a split second, he seems to consider his reply before remembering that he is wondering if the son of his boss looks fuckable in any way.
The brief moment of sheer horror washing over his face makes the whole ordeal so much more tolerable.
Stiles tries but fails at suppressing the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Unfortunately, Derek knows how to get his features under control really quick.
“Stiles,” he repeats, like he is looking for the right words instead of struggling to get his tone under control. “You should want more from your life.”
“Oh, don’t patronize me.”
“I’m not patronizing you!”
“So, a mafia boss.”
“I’m going to ignore you now.”
“You are so boring.”
