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Chapter 3

Word Count: 1277    |    Released on: 11/05/2026

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jacket loo

the embroidery perfectly matched to the blue of my

strain myself. The man has a glare that could melt ste

professional. "So

man comments, scrunching

's an easy fix." I walk up to him w

s me a

ck. I help him out of the garment and hang it carefully inside the

ed, I have to rise up on

rong, lean, tall. If I can just

unch?" the

he been watching me struggle all this time? "No need,"

't helping me sweat any less. Between the freckles and how re

say with re

's the

moment to grasp what h

e ringing out again. "Unless you were planning

image. Not because it's unpleasant-far

't ogle my customers, no matt

S

jacket's our very own Mr. Turner's work, so the integration will be seamless." It's easy to lose myself in work. If nothing else, it's a welco

the ma

hile, that's

uiet tailor shops can be. The windows are far on the other side of the room

ds eventually, making

don

the eye roll. Asshole. "Aren

on the calendar, for sure. It's just that Mr.

do

eally rather

thering to disguise his annoyance. "Either we get this done quickl

nt, I recons

le back on and stuff my hands in my pockets.

unting down from ten in the process.

the man calls out fr

o. There's no need." And then, because there's no blood

le

t the fuck?" I mutter to myself,

out from under a mountain of tags and ticket

painfully awkward te

th. This'll all be over soon. I take mystery man's measurements from

hough, he's go

belt and looping it all the way around his groin, I wish for i

April Flowers, Diligent Employee, Died in the Line of Duty. Leaves Behind

tension. Cracking jokes, even. But this guy's

never I find myself glancing up, there he is, blue eye

hand sliding into the roots of

to my feet. "Will you, uhh-will

are ensues.

ous chuckle. "I'll go grab it f

quickly as my f

aid low blood pressure has nothing to do with it. God, this is all June's fault. My best friend is always saying I ne

calls from the changing room. "Are

, instantly cringing

step up from where my bra

ve, to wear something this dark underneath," I explain, holdi

at, however, he takes the

ving me permission to breathe again. As soon as I'm

, walking around the

ction, rolled up neatly in its display case

perfect

everything. When clothes are involved, I tend to forget

thing, right? Including th

ing the door wide open, picturing that beautiful

on

aked customer

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