The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Twelve

Cassidy POV:

Liam annoyed me.

He smelled like cigars, he needed a haircut and he had a mouth on him.

But he was really cool, tall and was the perfect person to get six foot tall monkey suits.

I tailored something his size and told him to get changed. After some cocky replies and cheeky remarks, he obeyed and went to the bathroom. He was charming, I'll admit that. But more like a little brother then a potential lover.

The second option wasn't an option for me anyway.

He soon came out; I was looking at a magazine when he did. I soon looked at him to admire my work. "How does it fit?" I asked approaching him while I fixed up his suit. It was an extremely dark purple suit, almost black; his pants looked nice on him.

He shrugged as he took a small walk in it, "its fine," he pulled at his pants, "my groin's a little tight though."

I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not. Over the past few weeks he's flirted and made moves on me more times than I can count, not just me, he teases Katie too, but we've both lost count.

I gestured for him to stand on the raised platform and pulled at the fabric on his pants. He wasn't wrong; the groin area was too tight. "Sorry about that," I said standing straight, he was so tall!

I told him to try and sit down in it; he obeyed as he walked over to my lounge and sat down. I tilted my head as he seemed to sit down with ease, "so you can't walk in it but you can sit down in it?" I asked sitting next to him.

He shrugged, "such miracles," he said sighing as he leaned back, his thumbs and fingers bordering that silly ponytail of his. I pinched at his pants; he seemed looser when he sat down. "Gonna need to buy me dinner first, sweetheart," he said as his arm rested on the back of the lounge behind me, it was almost an embrace, "or you can sit on my lap."

I rolled my eyes, "when you're ready you can take off that suit," I informed, only realising how dirty that sounded until after the words escaped my lips.

He smirked, "and what will you do when I do?" he asked teasingly.

I played along, my face approaching his, my nose teasingly centimetres from his. "Oh the things I would do," I whispered, my breath tickling his ear as he responded with a silent shiver. "You're gonna need to try harder to get my attention though, sweetie," I informed tapping his lips with the tips of my fingers and stood up.

He laughed as he let his head flop onto the back of the lounge.

I stood up and went over to one of my other products. I hate men, women were so much easier! They didn't try to tease me with sexuality, they didn't tease as much in general and they were so much easier to dress. With men it was always like dressing a three year old, 'this is too tight!' 'I don't like this colour!' 'It's too long!' 'It's too short!'

Make up your blooming mind!

I went wide eyed when I saw him practically shirtless; I turned my back for one second and...

I smirked; I guess I kind of walked into that one. He had unbuttoned his shirt and his tie was loosely hanging from his neck. The top button of his pants was undone though.

I had to admit, he was quick to get out of his clothes when he needed to.

I hoped I wasn't blushing, so I turned around, "Gotta admit, you sure are good at taking your clothes off quickly," I informed with a flirtatious and seductive tone as I glanced at him. He didn't blush like I expected him to; he actually returned with a cheeky smile, "you like your own body don't you?" I asked.