It was my turn to fold my arms over my chest as Sterling stripped from his casual clothes. Damn, it was hard to stay mad as he walked around the room naked. Within the closet was what appeared to be a custom suit, different from the one that was there when we arrived. It was light gray with a white shirt and a black silk tie.

“Are you done?” he asked.

“Done with what?”

“With your temper tantrum.”

“My temper tantrum?” I followed him into ...