Decision Time V
As he let himself into the suite, he left all his stresses at the door.
“Myc, you here?”
He shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the coat hook, ran his fingers through his hair as he caught the aroma of something, slightly perfumed, heavy, musky. The door to the bathroom opened, and a cloud of steam brought the heady aroma into the room.
Mycroft drew him into a close tight hug, his right hand rubbing the stress out of his upper back.. “I’ve drawn us a bath, come on let me get you a drink and we can relax”
Greg groaned with appreciation. “You are perfection, you don’t l know how much I have needed this. It hardly feels like just a few hours since I left. This afternoon has been more than tedious.”
“Well now, it’s just you and me, and I have booked a table for 8pm, a beautiful place on George Street, I think you might like it, The Dome. Have you heard of it?” Greg’s head snapped up, shook it then started chuckling. “You and I need to have a chat”