The Blue Shirt.

“I think you should try on the cotton blue shirt!” Lucious suggested, failing to hide the excitement in his voice. He turned to one of the assistants who was helping set up the lighting. “What do you think, Blake?”

Blake merely shrugged.

Lucious dismissed him with a wave of the hand. “Trust me, Mr. Grayson...”

“You know how much I hate colors,” Cameron protested.

“I do, but there’s something about you in a casual cotton blue shirt that speaks to the average person. It gives off a normal boss, hard worker, someone’s daddy vibe...” Lucious trailed off as Cameron almost choked.

Cameron shot up from his chair. “Are you okay? Can I help you?”

“I’m fine,” Cameron replied in a barely audible voice, grabbing a glass of water and sipping.

“Trust me, while the silk black shirts ooze pure class, there’s something about this one...” Lucious trailed off. “I can’t quite place my finger on it.”

“If you say so then...” Cameron conceded and began to unbutton his shirt. “Remind me, Lucious, what’s the