Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
Most of the men Dietre had interest in were his height or taller, or at least larger framed than he was, so it seems he was still out of luck despite Hugh’s advice. He pressed his lips together in a look that was both disappointed and playful, “That doesn’t really describe my type…” Hugh went on to gesture at himself, and Dietre’s already shotty acting dissolved into another smile. “Oh, how kind of you to leave me a glimmer of hope.”
He had spoken without thinking, and it took a beat or two to realize the implications of what he said. It would be hard to deny it as a declaration of interest. Embarrassed, Dietre quickly turned his attention back to the movie, color flaring in his cheeks as he sipped his wine, pretending nothing was amiss.
“Um… You know, I don’t mind the merengue dancing. I like it better than the dancing in the beginning,” he murmured after swallowing a mouthful of wine. He was referring to the secret staff party Baby had walked into, where there didn’t seem to be much dancing happening as so much as couples rubbing themselves on each other. Dietre might not be as traditional as his father, but he was still rather old fashioned about a lot of things, dancing, apparently, included.