No Way Out
The girl rose, kissing him on the cheek and holding his arm possessively. He felt like he was being marked as her territory. "Mycroft, dear, these are my friends. I've told you about them, haven't I?"
She never called him dear… But then, he had never had three practically teenage girls in his living room. "Um… Hello."
"Are you going to stay and have tea with us?" his wife continued. It wasn't as if he could say no.
The one with reddish hair giggled. "You're right, Ann Marie. He is sort of handsome. And very proper!"
Mycroft's cheeks blazed.
