“Dressing room is over there,” Vincent said, pointing. He waited until Jasper trudged into the room and closed the door to turn back to the racks with his own sigh.
He had less than two months to convince Jasper to keep a damn suit.
Or maybe he should view it as less than two months to prove his instincts were right and he should sign Jasper on for longer.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JASPER CLOSEDthe dressing room door and slumped against it with a groan.
This weekend was not going how he’d hoped or imagined. Not only had last night been a mess, but today wasn’t going much better. At this rate the chances of Vincent tying him up before he left tomorrow were slim to none.
And what was with the sudden shopping spree? Vincent was about to drop more money on him than Jasper would likely be able to save in the next five years.
For a suit.
Why the hell did he need a suit? That wasn’t a fetish thing. Or was it? He liked seeing Vincent in them, though he preferred the sweats and soft shirts Vincent slept in more. The jeans weren’t bad either.
This was probably another Rich-Person thing he’d never understand.
He sighed and stripped off his clothes, tossing each item onto the bench. Then he carefully pulled on the button-up shirt and gray suit. Of course the shirt was silk. He didn’t dare check its price tag; he could tell it was expensive by how nice it felt against his skin.
A glance in the mirror proved this was a terrible idea. The suit was horrible on him. Too long in the arms, and the gray made him appear jaundiced.
He opened the door to peek out, hoping Vincent gave this up as the terrible idea it was. Being in a high-end store like this made him feel entirely out of place.
Vincent was waiting outside and looked him over with a slight frown. “Try these,” he said, handing over two more suits.
Jasper made a face, stifling a sigh as he took them. More gray. Awesome. He almost asked if this was really worth it, but then he spotted a store employee coming their way. He ducked back inside to let Vincent deal with the guy while he changed.
Through the door he heard, “Can I help you find anything?”
“Is Richard here today?” Vincent asked.
“He should be back from lunch soon.”
Jasper hung up the first suit and pulled on the next one. The gray was a darker shade and didn’t clash as much against his skin, but the jacket didn’t sit right and the pants threatened to fall off without a belt. “This one doesn’t work either.”
“Neither one?”
Jasper grumbled and changed again. He couldn’t tell the difference between them, but maybe he lacked the refined gray-tone eyesight Vincent had.
A digital bell announced someone entering as he got the second suit back on its hanger. He tilted his head as he heard Vincent’s name and pulled on the third pair of pants.
“Time for a new suit already?”
“Not for me,” Vincent replied, still close to the door. His words were followed by a quick knock.
Jasper tugged the jacket on and opened the door. This one fit better, but gray wasnothis color.
The man standing next to Vincent studied Jasper with a softtsk. “No, no, he needs black.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Black is boring.”
“Black is classic. And you do not waste such a gorgeous complexion ongray.” The man shook his head and held his hand out to Jasper. “I’m Richard. Why don’t we find you a better suit, hmm?”
“Jasper,” he replied, shaking Richard’s hand and glancing at Vincent. As much as he hated the gray, Vincent was the one paying.
“Actually, I have a new style that would look amazing,” Richard continued.
