Page 24 of British Daddy to Go

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Maggie

Until today, I’d never seen anyone get fired.

Granted, what Ivy did to that poor man’s suit was sacrilege, but it was still hard to watch Roger let her go. She wasn’t upset about it in the slightest, if her smirk behind Roger’s back was any indication. Knowing that still doesn’t stop my hands from shaking as I feed a hem through my sewing machine.

I could easily be next. It didn’t occur to me until Ivy was fired that this is a real job and comes with the very real possibility that I could be sent packing at any time.

I refuse to be fired.

“Maggie!” Roger calls from the curtain. “I need to speak with you.”

Oh, please, no. He wouldn’t fire two tailors in one day, would he? That would leave him short-staffed for a very busy weekend. I haven’t done anything wrong that I can think of. He’s probably not firing me, right?

“Yes?” I ask when I reach him on shaking legs.

“A customer has requested your services,” he says plainly. “You are to take his measurements and tailor his suits. Can you handle the responsibility?”

“Of course,” I assure him. “Who is the customer?”

“You remember Mr. Sean Jones from Tuesday?”

My heart sinks and my pussy moistens all at once. Sean is back, and he’s requesting me? What does this mean?

“I do.”

“Excellent. He’s waiting for you in the measurement area. If I didn’t have a vacancy to fill, I’d supervise. I’m trusting you with this, Maggie,” he says. I’ve heard this phrase from him a few times already. It must be one of his favorites. “Do not let me down.”

“I won’t!” I tell him. “You can count on me!”

I practically run through the sales floor and into the measuring area. Like Tuesday afternoon, it’s completely empty except for us. I try to hold back my grin, but that’s impossible. Sean licks his lips at the sight of me. My panties are completely soaked by now.

“Hi again,” I say shyly. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“I couldn’t stay away,” he growls in that beautiful British accent of his. “Good thing I had an excuse to buy more suits.”

“You came up with an excuse to see me?”

Sean nods. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since Tuesday afternoon.”

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” I admit. “I didn’t think…”

He closes the short distance between us and pulls me flush against his body. “Can you feel how badly I needed to see you?”

Oh, I feel it alright. His bulge nestles perfectly between my thighs. I’ve never been so horny in my life! If my parents knew how impure my thoughts were right now, they’d send me to a monastery.

Sean takes a sudden step back. “We need to hurry up and get these measurements recorded. I don’t have a lot of time, and I have a lot planned for us.”

My insides jumble, and I forget how to move. “Like what?” I ask quietly.

He smiles down at me. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

His words motivate me to get to work. Of course, the man chose three of our most intricate suits that require specific measurements to ensure the best fit. It takes me ten minutes to do each one. It really doesn’t help that each time I measure his legs, my mouth is just inches from his hard cock. Everything inside of me begs to taste him again, but I have a job to do. If Sean’s promise is true, I’ll get my chance again soon enough.

With the last suit measured and marked, I stand before Sean once again. “So,” I say. “What did you have in mind?”

Sean grins. “Follow me.”