I Almost Killed My Crush's Mom

Chapter 22:: The Worst Spies

Chapter 22// The Worst Spies

"Jesse you've been in that changing room, for like an hour," I groan loudly, ignoring the judgmental stares of the woman behind the cashier.

"Jeez Lois," Jesse drawls from behind the changing room door, "It takes time to put on a whole tux. Give me a second would you?" I scowl at my dismissal, before leaning bag into the plush armchair I'm currently sprawled on top of. This store is no doubt an expensive one; you can see that just from the luxurious interior. Apart from me and Jesse (and the hawk-eye cashier), there is no one else in the boutique apart from a load of creepy mannequins. Let me tell you, it is one of the most terrifying things in the world to see one of those out of the corner of your eye, watching you. I sigh, rolling my head back, and trying to ignore the fact that I've been sat here for the past half an hour- watching Jesse try on blazer after blazer until he found one he liked.

Now he's trying on the whole tux, and it's taking him all day.

"Lois," Jesse whines, "Could you grab me a tie please? I forgot it."

"What colour do you want?" I grumble, standing up and glancing over at the ties on the rack a few meters away. My gaze rests on a dark red tie, the same color as my dress, and I hesitate for a second. Jesse should be wearing a tie the color of my dress. I bite my lip and approach the rack, fingers stroking the silken material. Yearning twists in my stomach. Why isn't he?

Well that's simple. If I remember correctly, he likes Rita. Evidence of this? Apparently they're going on a date tonight to a restaurant. Suffice to say, I've been in a pretty sad mood since Rita told me.

"Rita said her dress is navy blue..." Jesse mumbles, "Just get me a black one though. The, um, navy might not match." I frown at his judgement- I'm pretty sure there's only a limited array of the color navy, but nevertheless my hands skim past the dark blue to a simple slim black tie. I pick up the tie and turn around, surprised to see that Jesse is now out of the changing room, straightening his shirt.

My jaw drops before I can help it.

The tux is all black, with a matching black dress shirt and shoes. On any other man, the tux would have looked good, I'll admit. On Jesse...well, I don't think any other guy could wear it better. It's like it's made for him. The tux hugs his lean, strong figure and the color emphasizes the brightness of his eyes so much that I can tell what color they are even from three meters away from him. He looks like a model. My mouth is dry as sandpaper, and I struggle to swallow as I close my lips. The tie is still held in my frozen hands: clutched like a life support.

Jesse looks up. "Will you do my tie for me Lois?"

I swallow, nodding quickly to try and hide the fact that I have a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. With every step closer, I'm feeling more like I have a whole zoo in there though. Jesse watches me as I approach, smiling slightly until I stop right in front of him. I don't meet his eye, I just stare directly at his collar as I take the tie off the hanger with shaking hands. "You can't do this yourself?" I roll my eyes. I push his collar up, ignoring the tingles I get from where my hands brush the exposed skin of his neck, and wrap the tie around. Every so often, I'll glance up into his sea green eyes for half a second. Don't blush Lois. Don't show how much this is stirring your feelings.

Man-oeuvre by man-oeuvre, I knot and twist the tie into place, still waiting for Jesse's answer. I can feel his eyes studying my face as I work, and it takes every muscle I have not to blush or look at him. He's about three inches from my face for Pete's sake. Thank God that my Dad taught me how to do ties, because otherwise this could be very embarrassing moment for me. I feel like I've had enough of those in front of Jesse to last me a lifetime.