Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
As we walk toward the suits, I see how everyone turns to watch her. Not me, just her, yet she doesn’t see any of this. “Black.”
“How many black suits do you have?” she asks, and I look at her.
“I have no idea,” I answer her because I don’t. I don’t even need a suit, but I wanted to surprise her.
“What about blue?” she says, grabbing a blue suit and picking it up. “It’s Hugo Boss.”
I nod. “Are you opposed to prints?” she asks me, and I can see she is playing with me now. “Like a black with a gold tailoring?” she asks, picking up a suit that is too avant-garde for me.
I glare at her. “I like the blue one and that one,” I say, pointing at a light gray suit.
“That’s Gucci,” she says, walking over to it. Then she turns to me. “Follow me,” she says and brings me in the back to a private fitting room. There are mirrors on three walls with a solid door to the right. She walks to the door on the right and hangs the suits up. “Try this on, and I will get you a dress shirt. I think you’re a sixteen, right?”
“Um, I have no idea,” I tell her and then turn to see her with her hand on the door handle. “I don’t usually go into stores.”
“Well, aren’t I special?” she says and then looks at the suits. “Get the pants on, and I’ll be back in a minute with shirts. I’m assuming slim fit, right, to show off the guns and stuff?” She laughs and closes the door behind her. I kick off my shoes and take off my pants, grabbing the dress pants off the hanger and slipping them on. I pull off my shirt when I hear a knock on the door. I open the door and see her there with two shirts in her hand; one is light blue, and the other is a light pink. I smile when her eyes take in my chest, and now it’s my turn. “Um, here, try the pink one with the gray, and this with the blue pants.” She hands them to me and then turns to walk away, and I watch her hips swaying. I would love to have her bent over with the shoes still on. She looks over her shoulder and catches me staring. “You are paying me by the hour, so chop-chop.”
I close the door and put the shirt on. When I walk out of the room, she is leaning against the wall with her phone in her hand. “Did you request to follow me on Instagram?”
“Yeah, last night,” I say, getting on the platform and watching her in the mirror.
“I can’t accept it,” she says, and I turn around now to look at her face or more like down at her.
“Why the fuck not?” I ask her.
“It’s my personal Instagram, and you’re a client, so it crosses a certain line,” she tells me, putting her phone back in her pocket.
“Fine, you’re fired. Get me someone else,” I tell her, and she throws her head back and lets out a loud laugh, causing something in me to shift into place.
“You’re a funny guy,” she says when she finally stops laughing. “Now let me see the suit.”
“I’ll show you whatever you want to see,” I tell her while I look at her in the mirror. Her eyes fly up to mine, and her cheeks get a touch pink. I am so fucked.
Chapter Seven
Zara
“I’ll show you whatever you want to see,” he says to me. It’s almost like he’s challenging me, and I swear my stomach flutters.
When I got a call from Bernadette telling me someone requested to see me, I had just wrapped up a fitting with a new client. I almost didn’t take it, and when I walked into the room and my eyes landed on his, I was shocked. I knew what he looked like from the hours I spent on Pinterest searching him, but I will deny that to my last dying breath.
Seeing him in person, though, made this whole thing more real. I will also say he was so much hotter than in his pictures. And I was totally fucked. I needed to get away from him ASAP. So I put him in a room and took off, but then he opened the door, and he was shirtless, and that feeling came back. Except now, my mouth was dry, my palms clammy, and my stomach was doing this butterfly thing.
“Calm down there, big boy,” I tell him, going up to him and smoothing the back of the jacket. I swear it takes everything in me not to let my hand linger. “The fit is good,” I tell him, walking in front of him and seeing I reach his nose. It took everything in me not to step a touch closer to feel his heat. “I mean, we have to get it fixed a bit since your arms are a bit bigger than this size.”