Page 29 of Wardrobe Malfunction

Oh.

Oddly, I feel a flash of disappointment. I wanted to make an impression. A good impression.

The guy looks to be around my age or a little older. With close-cropped brown hair, he has on a pair of black-framed glasses, and he’s wearing jeans, a navy-blue shirt, and a pair of Vans.

“Hi.” I smile wide. “I’m Charly. I’m here to fit Mr. West—I mean, do a fitting for Mr. West. I’m from the studio. I work in wardrobe. I’m a wardrobe assistant.”

For fuck’s sake, Charly.

I do a mental eye roll at myself.

He smiles. “Hey, Charly. I’m Alex. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Oh, it’s Alex. Duh.

“Good to meet you, too, after speaking to you twice on the phone.” I laugh lightly.

“Here, let me help you.”

He gestures to the garment bag, so I hand it to him. He seems nice. Much nicer than his boss.

“Come in,” he says.

I walk past him and into Vaughn’s suite. Then, I hang near the door before following him over to the dining table on the other side of the room—where I gave Vaughn his cock warmer last night.

Dear God.

“Did you get a cab over with this stuff?” Alex asks, putting the clothes down on the dining table.

“I did.” I put my sewing kit and handbag next to the clothes on the table.

“How much was it?”

“Oh, like ten bucks.”

He gets his wallet from his pocket and pulls up a ten-dollar bill.

“No, it’s fine.” I wave him off. “It’s my fault I had to come over here to finish the fit.”

“You sure?” He checks before putting the bill away.

“I’m sure.” I smile.

“Well, I’ll have Vaughn’s driver take you home when you’re done. No need to get a cab back.”

Speaking of Vaughn…

I glance around for him.

“Vaughn’s just in the shower. He’ll be out in a few. Can I get you a drink?”

“A water would be great. Thanks.”

He goes over to a mini fridge and gets out a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” I say when he hands it to me. “So, was Mr. West okay about me coming to do the fitting?”

“Depends. You’re not armed, are you?”