Page 63 of British Daddy to Go

Sean

Ipace in front of Havisham’s, feeling like a fool for the second time in less than a month. I have every right to walk into this building! So why am I so nervous?

It’s been one week since the incident with Maggie. I’ve called her a few times, but she hasn’t answered. She doesn’t even read the texts I send. If Maggie doesn’t want to talk to me, I should move on.

Yet here I am, struggling to force myself back into Havisham’s in the hopes that she’s here. My next fitting wasn’t supposed to be until next week. My poor assistant, Greg, had to call the shop to fit me in on yet another rush order. This time, I came up with the excuse that I needed a new suit for a nonexistent trip to England next month. Since Greg manages my schedule, he knows I don’t have a meeting next week. He’s a great assistant because he made the appointment anyway.

My watch reads five minutes ‘til two, which means I’ve been standing outside this building for almost thirty minutes. My appointment is at two sharp. I have a meeting to get to at 3:30, so I need to be done here by then. If Maggie’s not in, or if she refuses to see me, then it won’t be hard to make the meeting. If she is here, I might need to reschedule my meeting. Our dressing room will be the perfect place for some hot make-up sex.

A gray-haired couple walk hand-in-hand from Havisham’s door. Roger waves them off, thanking them for their visit and promising to call when the man’s suit is ready. The squirrely man spots me before I have a chance to hide.

“Sean!” he says, though with his high-pitched voice, it sounds more like a scream. I should have brought my mother along to see how the man bows when he sees me. “I heard you were coming in. What are you doing outside?”

I hold up my phone as an excuse. “I just finished an important call and was about to head inside.”

Roger smiles at me so widely that I can see both rows of his teeth. “Excellent! Come on in, and I’ll get you taken care of. What do you need a suit for again?”

Coming here was a horrible mistake. If Roger hadn’t seen me, I could have escaped, but now, I’m trapped here with him. He won’t let me leave until I’ve made an expensive purchase. At this rate, I might spend my entire fortune on suits from this store.

“I have a business meeting in England next month,” I lie. “The clients are extremely important, so I need to look good when I sit down with them.”

He claps his hands together. I love coming to Havisham’s because of the quality of the suits and the fast turnaround time, but if Roger is going to continue working here, I might need to find somewhere else to come. He’s that annoying.

I might be more annoyed with him than usual because I don’t see Maggie anywhere. She’s a tailor, which means she generally stays in the back, but I’d hoped it would be easy this time around. Ideally, Maggie would have been the one to spot me, not Roger. She would have beckoned me into the building and dragged me to the dressing room for a repeat of that night we shared a week ago.

Instead, I got Roger.

“We have just the thing!” Roger trills, breaking me out of my Maggie-fueled daydream. This is good. If he finds me a suit, I’ll request that Maggie come up and do my measurements. That won’t be considered weird since she’s the one who measured me the last two times I came in.

I follow Roger to what I’ve come to realize is the expensive room so that he can show me his version of what I need. While we walk, my mind wanders to the day Maggie and I met.

I know now it was her first day working at Havisham’s. That explains her curiosity. She was peeking through the black curtain that separates the store from the work area, and when our eyes met, I’d felt something. I wasn’t sure what it was at the time, but I’ve got a pretty good understanding now. I felt it again the other night when I was emptying my load inside of her. It wasn’t just lust; it was something more, something deeper.

I’m afraid to say it out loud.

After that split second we shared, I asked Roger to send out his youngest tailor in the hopes that the girl I saw would be the one to help me. It was just my luck that Maggie had walked into the dressing room looking crazy hot and crazy nervous. I knew I had to have her right then, and I did. I would give anything to have her again.

I’m not looking for just one more night with Maggie, though. I’m looking for a lot more than that. I think, for the first time ever, I’m looking for forever.

What a terrifying thought that is.

“We just got this new style in, Sean, and I think you’ll love it!” Roger says, once again interrupting my thoughts. Can’t this guy take a hint and realize I don’t need him showing me around all the time? I’ve shopped here enough times to be allowed to search for what I want without a chauffeur. The guy means well, but he’s too much for me right now.

Of course, I can’t say anything because he looks like the fragile type. Roger would probably cry if I sent him on his way.

The guy looks so hopeful as he holds up a suit for me to consider. It almost looks like denim fabric, but it’s not. The color is washed but brilliant. It’s light blue without being the color of a baby boy’s nursery. Underneath the jacket is a vest that buttons like an overcoat rather than down the middle. I like the way the brown, wood-toned buttons look against the blue fabric. The suit buttons match the ones on the vest, completing the look.

I can see myself wearing this with a patterned shirt, maybe some kind of zig zags or stripes. The shirt would have to have a solid white collar, though. I don’t do patterned collars. I’d finish it off with a striped tie, maybe red and blue. There’s no need for a pocket square or any special lining. For the most part, the suit screams for itself.

I love it. There is something good to be said for having someone else do the shopping for you. I likely wouldn’t have picked up this ensemble for fear it was a pair of jeans someone tossed on a hanger and put on the floor. Roger may be annoying, obnoxious, and overly ambitious when it comes to his upper-class customers, but he certainly knows how to shop.

“I think I should try it on,” I tell the man, eliciting an even brighter smile than before.

“Of course! After you, Sean!”

Roger follows me to the private dressing area, and I quickly change into the full suit. It doesn’t look as good with the plain, sea-foam green, button-up shirt I had on with my gray suit, but I can imagine what the whole thing will look like with the proper under attire.

“Wow, sir, that suit was made for you!” Roger exclaims. The sleeves are too long and the pants are a bit baggy, so clearly it wasn’tactuallymade for me. Roger does have a point, though. I feel like this suit is tailored to my personality, though not yet tailored to my body.