Page 23 of British Daddy to Go

Locked in the dressing room with an array of suits, I finally breathe. After all of my worrying, Maggie hasn’t made a single appearance. Telling Roger a story helped distract me a bit, but my eyes still had constantly darted around to see if Maggie might be lurking. She never was.

I’m tempted to leave without trying on a single suit, but I really do need to impress Mum when I take her to the best restaurants in the city. Greg has already made us reservations that will surely prove to my mother that New York is almost as good as London.

Sighing, I sort through the options Roger loaded me down with. The appalling plaid number is the first to land in the “absolutely not” pile. It’s followed quickly by a solid white suit that’s completely wrong for the season, a black tux that’s far too formal for dinner with my parents, and three others that I don’t need to try on to know they’re horrendous. I’ve been shopping here for years, but Roger hasn’t acquired my taste quite yet. Perhaps I should bring Greg along next time. I imagine he’d be excellent at choosing the right suits for me.

Maybe Roger isn’t gay after all.

With just six options left, I get to work trying them on. Three are okay but look too similar to suits I already own. I’m fairly certain one of these three is the exact suit I bought a few months ago for a client’s funeral, only in a more upbeat fabric.

The final three are hard to choose between. One is slate gray with an electric blue liner. Ladies tell me that wearing subtle layers of blue make my eyes look fantastic. I don’t get it, but if they’re right, this is the kind of suit I want Maggie to see me in. I put it in the “absolute yes” pile.

Another is black with pink stitching. The contrast surprises me in a good way. I think it would look suave with a matching pocket square. Mother thinks I need to wear more color, so she would approve of the slight pop. I add it to my pile as well.

The last suit is navy blue. I don’t own a single navy blue suit. It’s the wrong shade to “bring out my eyes,” and I’ve always thought blue to be an unprofessional color for a suit. Yet this one is my favorite cut, and I can’t seem to put it in the “no” pile. I guess that makes it a yes, too.

I hadn’t planned on purchasing three new suits today. I came in for one, maybe two, to add to my wardrobe for when I’m entertaining Mum and Dad. The funny part is that Maggie had nothing to do with this. Well, I suppose she was in the back of my head when I picked the gray one, but not the others. This is all me. Greg will be proud of my shopping adventure. He’s certain I need a new outfit for every day of the year. He seems to have that down for the both of us.

“Roger?” I call into the empty measuring area. “Are you out here?”

“Sir!” he shouts back. He bustles into the room like a cartoon character, bowing as he runs. “I apologize! I had some things to take care of in the back. One of our tailors mangled a very important piece and had to be let go.”

Oh, no. Please tell me it wasn’t Maggie! There’s no way she’d be fired so early on in her position, right? Mistakes have to be forgiven when you’ve only been working for a few days.

“That’s very unfortunate. Was it one of my tailors?”

“Heavens, no! It was an older woman. She seemed happy to go. I think she’s been hoping to get fired for a while now.”

I let out a relieved breath. “Well, then it sounds like her departure is for the best.”

“It is! Now, I think it would be a good idea to fit you for these suits, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. I’m meant to return to the office in an hour.”

Roger checks the time. “That soon? These three suits you’ve chosen are intricate. We’ll need to make separate measurements for each one, and my best tailor is out to lunch until four.”

“Actually, I’d like to work with the tailor who measured me on Tuesday. Is she available?”

The man looks taken aback. “Maggie? Really?”

“She did an excellent job, and I’m all for helping out new talent. They have to learn somewhere, right?”

“Right,” he says slowly. “If you’re sure. Let me go and get Maggie, then.”

Roger walks reluctantly back to the sales floor, leaving me to question my decision. What will happen if Maggie and I are alone together again? I truly do only have an hour before I must leave or Greg will kill me. That leaves plenty of time for us to fit my suits and have some fun.

My biggest worry is that Maggie won’t want to have fun with me the way I do with her.

That worry disappears the second she enters the measuring area. Her shirt and skirt are conservative, leaving everything to the imagination, just how I like it. However, it’s not her outfit that I’m drawn to. It’s her lips and the memory of them around my hard cock.

It’s also the playful smile I see on them now, telling me she not only remembers what happened Tuesday, but she wouldn’t mind a repeat.

I’m so glad I made this appointment.