Chapter 1
Calli’s POV
Just another day at work, helping old bastards pick the coat that looks best on them when truth be told they would look better in a coffin. I quickly looked at the next “gentleman” on my list...Mr. Greyson, curious name. I stomped into the waiting room “ Mr. Greyson, fitting room number 6 please.” Quickly walking back to my consultation room. ” Where shall we start?” A mysterious male voice behind me asks. I turn around slapping him in the face with my blonde untamed curly hair. “Well..” There before me is this man unlike any other with nice clothes, mysterious brown eyes and an almost shy smile.
Zac’s POV
I had been looking at the same men’s magazine for over an hour when I heard my name called and this angry angel stomping out of her lair “fitting room number 6.” She keeps mumbling to herself when we reach the room she nearly floors me as her beautiful hair swings tantalizing in front of my face grazing against my chin in the most sinful way. Her expression moves from a frown to a childlike wonder. I try to shrug it off with a cool smile and she stares at me more.
Calli’s POV
I must have looked like a fool staring at the man before me. He could not be older than 32 yet he looked like a very mature gentleman, his hair smoothed back. I must compose myself.
“What can I help you with today?”
He continued to smile. “Well it is starting to get cold and my coat has given out on me.” He chuckled at his own joke.
I smiled, “Did it give out or commit fashion suicide?”
He raised his eyebrow trying to process what I had just said. “I’m sorry but please clarify as to what fashion suicide is?” He was intrigued to hear my answer.
I smiled pushing a lock of hair behind my ear, “ I mean was it so out of style that it decided to kill itself to save you from the horror of being out of style.”
He let out a small laugh. “Well I’ve had that jacket since high school so maybe it was time.”
I nodded, I had one more appointment after him so I needed to get going with this appointment. “So Mr. Greyson ..”
He interrupted me before I could finish.“Please call me Zac.”
“As you wish, Zac, what style of a jacket is you looking for?”
He sat in the chair silent for a few moments. I took those moments to get a better look at him. His hair was black while slightly long on the top but not to the point it was unruly nor wildwhile being buzzed on the sides. “Well, I was thinking.” His voice shocked me after the long silence. “either a trench coat or a leather jacket.”
I nodded, making notes on my notepad. “Any particular color? Perhaps gray?” I heard a laugh from Zac.
He laughed a little more. “I actually prefer black.” I nodded, making another note. His requests were quite simple unlike most of the old farts that come in here, they get so picky about the style to even the color of the buttons. I guess when you have that much money its easy to be particular. it would be nice if their tips reflected that they had such copious amounts of money.
I reached to pull my tape measure out of my pocket. “If you could stand for me Zac I’ll take your measurements.”
As I was taking the measurements of his arm span when my boss popped his head. “Hey Calliope, I’m gonna take your last client so you can take your time with Mr. Greyson, make sure to give him whatever he wants.” I nodded in understanding. I knew my boss meant that Mr. Greyson was a high paying client so I had to make sure to keep him happy.
I heard a chuckle from Zac. “What’s so funny ?”
He shook his head as he chuckled a bit more. “I find it funny how some store owners will bend over backward to please the billionaire. I am sure if I was any other client your boss would be on your ass about not moving along with the client fast enough.” I simply nodded when he finished, he was right. the average appointment took no longer than an hour. If it ran over it would eat into my tips.
“Since you are a billionaire does that mean women just throw themselves at you?”
He chuckled once again, I liked it. I could listen to it all day and his voice as well was perfectly deep and arousing.
“You would not believe how many do, but so many are gold diggers just after me for my money. It is a sad world where we live in what happens to romance and liking the person for who they are.”
“I agree with you that one thing all guys want these days is sex it’s so annoying.” I finished taking his measurements, “Well Zac I have four jackets in mind for you I’ll go get them so you can try them on”
I walked out to the store picking up two trench coats and two leather jackets, one fitted one not fitted. I walked back to see Zac sitting texting on his phone, probably texting some girl. “Well, Zac, I brought you four different options.” I handed him each option one at a time. He seemed happy with the fitted leather jacket and both trench coats.
In the end, he bought both a trench coat and a leather jacket. By the time he left, it was closing time for the store. I cleaned up my consultation area before heading home.
