Chapter 20: Monkey Suit

Olivia knew exactly where the store with all of the formal wear was located. Once in side, I immediately felt awkward and uncomfortable. I felt like a kid in a china shop, afraid to touch anything in case I broke it.

Olivia pulled me along toward a corner filled with suits.

“I uh… don’t have a lot of money right now. Do they have a sale’s section?” I asked her quietly.

“Um…” She glanced around. “There.” She pointed to a small corner.

I moved toward it. “I’ll help you look.” She offered. “Do you know your size?”

“No. I have no clue. I don’t even own a suit… I mean, not a new one. Just my dad’s old hand-me-downs.”

“Hmm…” She pursed her lips. “Well, do you want black, grey, navy…” her slender fingers rummaged through the racks.

“What are you wearing?” I asked her.

She smiled. “I can’t tell you that. It’s a surprise.”

“Right.” I mused.

“Can I make a suggestion, though?”

“Of course.” I said quickly. “That’s what I brought you for.” I teased.

She smiled. “I think you should go with black. It’s classic and it goes with everything. And that way you can wear it again, all you would have to do is change the tie and people would think it’s a whole new suit.”

“You’re brilliant. Black it is.” I smiled.

I rummaged through the rack. “Oh, look. Ruffles!” I held up the suit jacket to my chest. “What do you think? How kick ass is this?”

Olivia laughed softly. “Okay, if you wear that to the dance, you’ll be going by yourself.

I smirked and put it back before she changed her mind.

She leaned toward me and the delicious sent of her hair wafted all around me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the smell. I let it fill my lungs and take over. I could feel my chest swell with burning desire to have her and to hold her.

I felt like that scene in the Christmas movies where the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.

How could such a tiny little person have such a hold on me? I didn’t believe in love. I believed in rational sexual attraction, the desire for a physical act based on primal notions.

I didn’t believe in the love at first sight, fall head over heels crap. But something about Olivia; about her overwhelming beauty and her genuine personality made me want to throw my old belief system off a ten thousand foot cliff.

I was still very much sexually attracted to her; there were times when it took every ounce of my control to keep from jumping her in the middle of class. She didn’t even have to try, and I still couldn’t help but mentally undress her and imagine her naked and beneath me, rolling around in my sheets.

Olivia finally produced a black suit. “It’s fifty percent off. Let’s hope it fits.” She placed the suit in my hands and ushered me off toward the change room.

I yanked off my clothes and jumped into the black dress pants included in the suit. They were a size smaller than the too baggy jeans I had just removed, but I assumed that I could make due. They weren’t tight enough to make me look like a complete looser, but they weren’t my usual sloppy, baggy attire.

I put on the white dress shirt and shoved my arms through the suit jacket.

I glanced in the mirror on the back of the door, fully expecting to look like a complete idiot, but to be honest it wasn’t so bad. I tucked the shirt into the pants, but left the top few buttons undone so I could easily get out of it.

I sucked in a deep breath before walking out of the change room.

Olivia stood up from one of the arm chairs, with something long and black in her hands. She grinned hugely.

“See? You look great.” She advanced toward me. “Almost perfect.”

I shrugged helplessly. “Almost?”

She reached out and her tiny, slender fingers began fastening the buttons on the dress shirt.

Aside from my mom, I’d never had a girl dress me before. I’d had plenty of girls undress me, of course, but none of which I’d ever been half as attracted to as Olivia.

I swallowed back the urge to kiss her in such a close proximity. “You’re lucky you’re so hot. Not a lot of people can persuade me into a monkey suit like this one.”

“It’s not a monkey suit!” She protested. “I think you look very handsome! Like James Bond.”

I laughed softly. She drew the long black thing around my neck, and I finally clued in that it was a tie. She tucked it under my collar and began fastening it around my neck.

I could have done it myself. I wasn’t perfectly adept at fastening knotting ties, but I could hold my own. My parents usually insisted on adjusting the tie when I was forced to wear one, and I could never stand it. I hated the idea of someone else trying to dress me. Yet this time, it didn’t bother me at all. I would have taken any opportunity to be close to Olivia.

I watched the expression of concentration on her face. She was beautiful. I felt completely unworthy of being with her at all. But for some strange reason she liked me as much as I liked her.

I kept my gaze on her face, distracted by how her long lashes swept down over her cheeks. Her lips pursed together as she concentrated. Olivia slipped the knot up closer to my throat and adjusted my collar. Her eyes finally opened and met mine.

The corner of her mouth tugged up in a tiny smile. “Definitely very handsome… Very sexy.” She reached behind my neck and lifted my ponytail out from beneath the jacket.

Suddenly I moved toward her and kissed her, pulling her into my arms and yanking her body against mine.

Feeling her soft body pressed tightly against my hard chest as a new form of divine. I held her to me, pressed against me firmly. I fully expected her arms to move her arms around me and return my kisses.

Instead she gasped softly against my mouth, taken aback completely by my sudden bold move. I knew I shouldn’t have been so rough with her, and when she completely froze in my arms, I suspected I had done something wrong. I released her immediately.

“Sorry, Olivia.” I murmured lightly. “I uhh… I don’t know what came over me.” I breathed.

She took a small step back and tried to regulate her breathing. Her hand fell to her chest lightly. “You…. You’ve really got to stop doing that to me.”

I frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… it’s just sometimes I can’t help it…” I said quickly. I didn’t really have an excuse.

Olivia swallowed thickly.

“Are you okay?” I prompted worriedly. “I didn’t mean to upset you or force myself on you or anything…”

“You didn’t.” She differentiated quickly. “You startled me and I… I just… need to restart my heart.”

I watched her carefully, her gaze falling to the floor. The beautiful pink tint resurfaced in her cheeks. Whatever I had been feeling, she felt it too. She seemed to be as equally confused and embarrassed by it as I was. I wanted to reach out and lightly stroke her cheek with the back of my hand in an attempt to stroke the embarrassment away.

“So… umm… this is a great suit.” I mused, trying to change the subject. “I like it.”

“I like it too…” She cleared her throat and adjusted the lapels. She smiled up at me finally. “Very handsome.”

“Right.” I replied, my voice thick with sarcasm.

“Come here.” She pulled me toward a mirror that was sectioned into three pieces. The two sides were angled. “See?” She asked, hovering by my shoulder.

I moved my arm around her. “I think the only handsome thing in this picture is the pretty girl on my arm.” I grinned.

Olivia laughed. “Okay, now you’re just sucking up.”

“Maybe a little. Do you think this suit goes with my shoes?” I asked.

She glanced down at my beat up converse sneakers, and I followed her gaze.

Olivia laughed again briefly. “Hmm… I really don’t think so. They have dress shoes here…” She began, glancing around.

“How about my school shoes? Could I wear those?” I asked.

She considered that. “Those would definitely work.”

“Great.” I adjusted my tie. “I think this whole suit looks awesome on me. Hey maybe I should be like an FBI agent or something. I could be on the X-files.”

Olivia laughed softly. “What does that make me?”

“You’re the sexy side kick.” I grinned. I moved my arm around her and pulled her to me. I lightly kissed her cheek.

She giggled, blushing again. Her laughter was like sweet music for me. It made my heart skip a couple of beats. I lightly stroked her side, distracted again by her beauty.

“You… you umm… should change.” Olivia said gently. “We’ve got to be back for the bus soon.”

“Right.” I mused. “Give me two seconds.”

She nodded.

I moved quickly into the change room, slipping carefully out of the suit and yanking on my every day clothes.

I somehow managed to get the suit back on the hanger. I got it to look somewhat like it did when I found it. I glanced at the price tag. I didn’t really know much about buying a suit, but I assumed that forty-nine dollars was a good deal for a suit. I could always wear it more than once, so I could get my money out of it.

I emerged from the change room to find Olivia standing a few racks away.

I walked toward her, watching her pull a dress from the rack and examine it.

“I thought you already had a dress.”

She gasped and jumped.

“Sorry.” I smirked. “I thought you saw me.”

She smiled. “Well, I do have a dress… I just… have a shopping problem I guess.” She laughed.

“Do I get to see it?”

Olivia pursed her lips. “Nope.”

“What? That’s hardly fair. You saw mine. You helped me pick it out.” I shrugged.

“But it’s not really a surprise if you see it in advance.” She smiled.

“Okay.” I replied hesitantly.

Olivia laughed. “I guess it’s a girl thing. You know? You want to go to a dance and just make a statement, especially to the one you’re going to the dance with. I just… I don’t know.” She shook her head. “We should check out.”

“Right.” I nodded.

I followed her to the cashier and placed my suit on the counter. The woman behind the counter rang it through and added the price of the tie. I paid for it and waited for her to put everything in a bag for me.

When she finished, I took the bag and dropped the carton of cigarettes inside the larger bag so I would only have to carry one bag.

Olivia toyed with a display of tiaras on the counter.

I laughed and chose one, lightly placing it in her hair.

She laughed. “What do you think? Does it suit me?”

“Absolutely.” I answered honestly. She looked like a perfect princess with the sparkling diamonds on the crown. “You look perfect.”

She laughed, wrinkling her nose. “I don’t think so. It seems kind of self-indulgent. Like I think I’m a queen or something.”

I chuckled. “I like it.”

She slowly removed the crown. “Wow, it’s fifty-seven dollars!”

I raised my eyebrows. “Wow. That’s a lot. Are they real diamonds?”

She placed the tiara back where I had found it. “Must be. We should go… we’ll miss the bus.”

“Right.” I took her hand with my free one and led her from the store.

She smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “This has been nice. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun in this Podunk little town before.”

“Yeah, it was awesome. A good first date?” I asked.

“Definitely.” She smiled. “Most dates I’ve been on the guy has been all conceited and tried really hard to impress me, but you… you impress me and you don’t even have to try.”

I laughed. “That’s funny. I was busting my ass.”

She laughed, releasing my hand. She wrapped both her arms around my upper arm, hugging gently. “See? You’re so sweet and natural. That’s what I like about you. You know who you are.”

We reached the place we’d been dropped off. Students were already gathering and the buses were pulling in.

“So I’ve earned a second date, then?”

She grinned. “Absolutely. Actually, the film club does a movie showing every Saturday… we could go tomorrow night… I could make you dinner, if you want to come to my dorm first… Gabby won’t be there. I’ll make sure she’s out of our hair. I’m actually a really good cook.”

“I’ll be there.” I swore.

“Great.” She beamed.

“One more thing before we go.” I stopped suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk.

She frowned. “What’s that?”

I bent and kissed her lightly.

She grinned hugely when I released her.