sure I was wearing clean clothes for
the 'date.'
Kris
had other ideas.
“ Seriously,”
I laughed, enjoying the feeling of the wind while Kris drove us
downtown in his midnight blue convertible. “You want me to get
a new outfit for this shindig? Man, I don't have the cash for new
clothes, that's the point of all this!”
“ Relax,
Jack.” The car turned sharply, making me bounce in my seat.
“I'll take care of it.” He guided us into a plaza, a
collection of buildings with brand names I associated with the rich.
The
car had stopped moving, but my brain hadn't. Staring at Kris
blatantly, my reflection bouncing off of his shiny sunglasses, I
couldn't hide the unease in my voice. “You're going to buy my clothes? Why would you do that?”
The
sun caught his dark hair, making it glint like obsidian. I was sure
he was watching me behind those glasses, I didn't need to see his
eyes to tell. Kris had a way of making you feel his gaze. “If I'm going to trick my dad, I need to be
convincing. I wouldn't date anyone that didn't have good taste.”
He paused, no doubt noting my scowl. “No offense.”
Pushing
the door open, I hurried outside. “None taken, dick.” My
taste is plenty fine!
He
stretched his long arms over his head, then strolled towards a store
with a giant glass front. Inside, suits of various colors stood on
posed mannequins. “Come on, this way.”
Pouting,
I shoved my hands in my jean pockets. The door chimed as we entered,
the scent of expensive cologne wafting over me. I'd never even been
inside such a store. I felt extremely out of place.
Kris
looked comfortable in his dark slacks and green button-down, making
me wonder if part of it was the attitude. I was sure I looked uneasy.
In contrast, with his glasses propped on his scalp, he looked chill.
“Over there,” he said, nudging his chin towards a far
corner.
The
store was quiet, only a few patrons wandered about. In the back,
among the racks of clothing, Kris began thumbing over the hangers.
“What should I do?” I mumbled, eyeing him as he worked.
“Should I be looking for anything in particular?”
“ Just
stand there and look pretty,” he mused, throwing a smirk my
way. Before I could do anything besides getting flustered, he started
holding different tops up against my chest. “Hm... this one,
and this one maybe. Here, try these on.”
Thus
began the shopping process. He would load me up with outfits, shoving
me into the nearby changing room. Each time I came out, showing him
the results, he asked me to turn in place so he could see every
angle. It wasn't like anything I'd ever dealt with before. Kris was
brutal, he told me when he hated something.
Worse,
he told me when he loved something.
“ Oh,
yes,” he said, one hand clasped to his chin. His deep cobalt
eyes ran over me, eating me up from toe to nose. “That looks
perfect on you, Jack. You've got the right broad shoulders for it,
dark grey compliments your skin tone, too.” He paused, looking
pointedly at my ass. “Yeah, it suits you for sure.”
Blushing
furiously, I hurried to change back into my old clothes.
When
we were done, he loaded me down with two new pairs of dress shoes,
three jackets, two pairs of slacks, and a number of dress shirts so
large I simply forgot. My head was swimming before I glimpsed the
price on the checkout screen.
My
companion didn't flinch when he swiped his credit card, his smile
resting on me. “You alright?”
“ Sure,”
I lied, struggling with the situation and how it made me feel. Like
he's taken me out to play dress-up, like I'm some weird new toy to
him. “Sure,
totally alright.”
The
bell chimed again as we left. Tossing the bags into his car, we
climbed in after them. “Where to now?” I asked, my
stomach twisting with how awkward I felt.
“ I
thought we could go get some drinks.”
“ Drinks?”
The
engine rumbled as we drove out of the lot. “Drinks,” he
repeated, chuckling to himself. “Come on, you know
the 'date.'
Kris
had other ideas.
“ Seriously,”
I laughed, enjoying the feeling of the wind while Kris drove us
downtown in his midnight blue convertible. “You want me to get
a new outfit for this shindig? Man, I don't have the cash for new
clothes, that's the point of all this!”
“ Relax,
Jack.” The car turned sharply, making me bounce in my seat.
“I'll take care of it.” He guided us into a plaza, a
collection of buildings with brand names I associated with the rich.
The
car had stopped moving, but my brain hadn't. Staring at Kris
blatantly, my reflection bouncing off of his shiny sunglasses, I
couldn't hide the unease in my voice. “You're going to buy my clothes? Why would you do that?”
The
sun caught his dark hair, making it glint like obsidian. I was sure
he was watching me behind those glasses, I didn't need to see his
eyes to tell. Kris had a way of making you feel his gaze. “If I'm going to trick my dad, I need to be
convincing. I wouldn't date anyone that didn't have good taste.”
He paused, no doubt noting my scowl. “No offense.”
Pushing
the door open, I hurried outside. “None taken, dick.” My
taste is plenty fine!
He
stretched his long arms over his head, then strolled towards a store
with a giant glass front. Inside, suits of various colors stood on
posed mannequins. “Come on, this way.”
Pouting,
I shoved my hands in my jean pockets. The door chimed as we entered,
the scent of expensive cologne wafting over me. I'd never even been
inside such a store. I felt extremely out of place.
Kris
looked comfortable in his dark slacks and green button-down, making
me wonder if part of it was the attitude. I was sure I looked uneasy.
In contrast, with his glasses propped on his scalp, he looked chill.
“Over there,” he said, nudging his chin towards a far
corner.
The
store was quiet, only a few patrons wandered about. In the back,
among the racks of clothing, Kris began thumbing over the hangers.
“What should I do?” I mumbled, eyeing him as he worked.
“Should I be looking for anything in particular?”
“ Just
stand there and look pretty,” he mused, throwing a smirk my
way. Before I could do anything besides getting flustered, he started
holding different tops up against my chest. “Hm... this one,
and this one maybe. Here, try these on.”
Thus
began the shopping process. He would load me up with outfits, shoving
me into the nearby changing room. Each time I came out, showing him
the results, he asked me to turn in place so he could see every
angle. It wasn't like anything I'd ever dealt with before. Kris was
brutal, he told me when he hated something.
Worse,
he told me when he loved something.
“ Oh,
yes,” he said, one hand clasped to his chin. His deep cobalt
eyes ran over me, eating me up from toe to nose. “That looks
perfect on you, Jack. You've got the right broad shoulders for it,
dark grey compliments your skin tone, too.” He paused, looking
pointedly at my ass. “Yeah, it suits you for sure.”
Blushing
furiously, I hurried to change back into my old clothes.
When
we were done, he loaded me down with two new pairs of dress shoes,
three jackets, two pairs of slacks, and a number of dress shirts so
large I simply forgot. My head was swimming before I glimpsed the
price on the checkout screen.
My
companion didn't flinch when he swiped his credit card, his smile
resting on me. “You alright?”
“ Sure,”
I lied, struggling with the situation and how it made me feel. Like
he's taken me out to play dress-up, like I'm some weird new toy to
him. “Sure,
totally alright.”
The
bell chimed again as we left. Tossing the bags into his car, we
climbed in after them. “Where to now?” I asked, my
stomach twisting with how awkward I felt.
“ I
thought we could go get some drinks.”
“ Drinks?”
The
engine rumbled as we drove out of the lot. “Drinks,” he
repeated, chuckling to himself. “Come on, you know
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