When Kyle told me he was going to show up for the wedding, I wondered if there was any minor part of him that changed, but it’s obvious his arrogance has only grown exponentially. Yet all of his arrogance is being interpreted by my body as sexual input, and my poor sex starved vagina is confused. She wants something she can never have or should ever want.
“I’m sure they have a suit that will work for you.” I say, unconvinced, as I stare at the massive width of his right thigh as he presses down on the brake.
“I’m six-feet-five and two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle. I need a tailored tux just like you do for your… curves.”
His self-descriptive words only bring attention to the hard dips and valleys of his athletic build that I’m doing my best to ignore, but it’s hard when every bulge in his body is begging to be seen.
“I didn’t realize that there would be some challenges for you to fit into things. Maybe they can pull a miracle off in time.”
“You do not know how hard it can be for me to fit into tight places.” His eyes hover below my waistline, and this conversation feels like it is taking a dangerous turn. “But I make it work.”
“Go down Pike,” I say quickly to change the subject. “You’re going to go through three stoplights, then the tailor should be on our left. There’s a small lot we can park in.”
He chuckles quietly. “Got it.”
When we step into the tailor’s shop, we’re immediately welcomed with a warmth that makes me feel as if they were waiting specifically for us. The smell of tea brewing and fresh-baked cookies hang in the air, further inviting us in.
A woman greets us with a smile. She’s not the same person I worked with when I was here before.
“Welcome! My name is Rene. I’m so glad to meet you both. Please, have a seat and make yourselves comfortable.” She gestures toward a table filled with an elegant teapot and assorted cookies.
The two of us exchange a knowing look and we take our seats. This is all for him. The local celebrity.
“How can I help you today?” Rene asks, looking totally at Brick.
Brick smiles and speaks before I can. Frankly, I’m stunned at the turnabout in service. While they were nice enough when I was last here, they are pulling out all the stops for Brick.
“First, my friend here, should have a tux ready to try on? Last name Hudson. And I’m here to have a custom tuxedo made for the same wedding,” he explains. “I’d need it in less than two weeks, preferable a week, and I’m willing to pay extra since it is a rush.”
Rene looks pleased. “Ah, I see, Mr. Jennings. You’re in expert hands. We’ll need to measure you so that we can get the perfect fit,” she says, batting her false eyelashes. “I’m the owner of this establishment, but I’ll have our master tailor come out and help you immediately.”
“And me?” I ask impatiently.
“I’m going in the back to get your item myself, Ms. Hudson, and then we’ll set you up in a fitting room.”
“Thanks,” I say, slightly annoyed that I’m an afterthought.
“What’s your problem?” Brick whispers as soon as Rene walks away.
“She obviously knows who you are. She called you Mr. Jennings.”
“So what?”
“I didn’t get a personal greeting, or tea, or cookies, or barely a smile when I came for my fitting.”
“If you had the same look on your face that you have now, I can see why they didn’t want to serve you.”
Rene returns with the tailor who has Brick stand on a platform and then measures him both quickly and efficiently. Once he’s done, Rene motions for them to follow her to the back of the shop.
“You come too, Miss Hudson. I have your garment waiting.”
While I can no longer see them, because I’m in a small dressing room, I overhear the tailor showing Brick samples of tuxedos that he thinks will look good on his frame. I try not to drool as I imagine how he’ll look in one made especially for his body.
Rene pulls my tuxedo out of a black garment bag and explains the finer points of the outfit.
“As you can see, Miss Hudson, we used the finest fabric for your tuxedo with intricate stitching that will ensure that it fits you perfectly.”
I slide up and fasten the pants, then the jacket. She’s right. The pants hit at the right length at my ankles and the jacket cinches in my waist and gives me a nice hourglass effect. And the white ruffle shirt completes the look, giving the suit a feminine touch.
