The escort was dressed simply, a plain white button-up under a black waistcoat and black slacks, but the cut of the clothing hinted maddeningly at what lay underneath. The shirt was unbuttoned enough to show quite a bit of his chest and the vest nipped in to emphasize his trim waist. When he stepped into the room, Francis made a show of turning to shut the door behind him, revealing that his pants must have been chosen expressly to display his fantastic ass.
Erik wondered who exactly in the department had such good taste in men, because Francis’s appearance didn’t scream sex in an abrasive way; it moaned it quietly enough that you wanted to get closer and hear all the details.
Of course, that was when Erik managed to pry his eyes from Francis’s ass to look at his face. Granted, he was mostly successful because Francis had turned around, so Erik couldn’t keep staring.