Chapter 6 Women's Clothing

Amelia tensed and looked around to make sure no one had heard.

"Uh... yeah, well... I've always been of a delicate build," she stammered, trying to keep her composure.

To her relief, Terrence returned at that moment with the shopping bags.

The next morning, Alexander, Terrence, Oliver and the housekeeper set off in the Westcotts' luxurious car.

"Look, Mr. Roberts!" Oliver exclaimed excitedly, pointing towards the sea in the distance. "We're almost at the beach!"

Alexander smiled at the little boy's enthusiasm.

"That's right, young Oliver," he replied fondly. "Soon you'll be able to play in the sand and swim in the sea."

As he chatted with the boy, Alexander noticed Terrence watching him in the rearview mirror. Their eyes met for a moment, and Amelia felt a shiver run down her spine.

Finally, they arrived at the luxury hotel owned by the Westcotts. Alexander was left speechless at the sight of the impressive façade and the luxurious details of the building.

"Welcome to the Westcott Resort," Terrence announced proudly as they got out of the car.

As they entered the suite, Oliver ran to explore the rooms, excited, his laughter infecting everyone with his joy.

"Wow! Look at this, Mr. Roberts!" he called from one of the bedrooms. "The bed is huge!"

Alexander smiled and started to follow, but Terrence stopped him with a gesture.

"Mr. Roberts, I'd like to talk to you for a moment," Terrence said, his voice serious.

Alexander gulped, nervous. Had his boss noticed something strange about him? Had he made some mistake that gave him away?

"Of course, Mr. Westcott, you say," he replied, trying hard to keep his voice steady.

Terrence looked him up and down, noticing his formal suit.

"Didn't you bring the beach clothes we bought yesterday?" he asked with a frown.

Alexander shifted uncomfortably, aware that his outfit clashed with the relaxed atmosphere of the coast. He felt like a penguin in the middle of the desert.

"Uh... yes, sir, it's in my luggage," he replied, trying to sound casual. "I was planning to change later."

Terrence nodded, but didn't seem satisfied with the answer. His eyes remained fixed on Alexander, as if he were trying to solve a riddle.

"Good, because I want you and Oliver to enjoy the beach," he said finally. "That's what we're here for, isn't it?"

"Of course, sir," Alexander replied quickly. "I'll change right away."

"Before that, I need you to accompany me to do some shopping," Terrence said. "I forgot to buy inflatables and beach toys for Oliver, plus I'll buy some other things that might be useful. Mrs. Thompson will stay and watch the boy in the meantime."

Arriving at the beach store, Terrence set about selecting inflatables and toys for Oliver.

Alexander followed silently, trying to blend in with the other customers.

"Mr. Roberts," Terrence suddenly called out. "Come here for a moment, I want you to try on these sneakers and sandals."

Alexander looked at him in confusion. Why was his boss insisting that he dress the way he did? Terrence's concern for his appearance puzzled him.

"Mr. Westcott, I appreciate your generosity, but you don't need to..." he began, but Terrence cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"Nonsense," he said firmly. "As your boss, it is my duty to make sure you have everything you need to do your job..."

Reluctantly, Alexander headed toward the fitting rooms with the shoe boxes Terrence had handed him.

As he put on the sneakers, he noticed with horror that they were huge on him; his feet, too small and delicate for a man, swam inside the shoes.

He took off his socks to try on the sandals. It was then that he remembered that he had not removed the clear nail polish from his nails. Under the light of the fitting room, they shone suspiciously.

Terrence, who had gone to get some sunscreen, returned at that moment and stared at Alexander with curiosity. Why did this young man have such small, well-groomed feet? He found it strange.

Uncomfortable under his boss's gaze, Alexander hurried to put on the shoes and leave the fitting room.

"They're a little big on me," he muttered, embarrassed. "Maybe we should go for a smaller size."

Terrence nodded, but said nothing.

As his boss walked away to find the correct sizes, Alexander sighed in relief. For a moment, he had been afraid that Terrence would discover his secret.

Unable to help himself, he walked over to the handbags and dresses section of the store, the clothes were so beautiful and feminine...

For a moment, he forgot his role and devoted himself to admiring the designs with dreamy eyes. His fingers gently caressed the fabrics, remembering the feeling of wearing clothes that truly belonged to him.

So absorbed was he that he didn't notice Terrence had returned and was watching him from afar. The man frowned, intrigued. Why was his assistant looking at the women's clothing with such interest?

Shaking his head to drive away those thoughts, Terrence walked over and cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Mr. Roberts, here are the sizes you need," he handed over the shoe boxes. "Try them on so we can leave."

Alexander jumped at the sound of his voice and blushed, embarrassed at being caught. The flush on his cheeks gave him a vulnerable look that Terrence found oddly charming.

"Y-yes, sir, right away," Alexander stammered, avoiding his boss's gaze.

He hurriedly tried on the shoes, praying they would fit. To his relief, they were his size and fit his feet perfectly.

"Ready, Mr. Westcott," he announced, standing up. "These fit me perfectly, thank you very much."

Terrence nodded, but continued to eye him suspiciously. There was something about Alexander that intrigued him.

"Mr. Roberts, may I ask you a personal question?" he finally said.

Alexander gulped, nervous. Had his boss noticed something strange about his behavior?

"Of course, sir, you say," he replied, trying to remain calm.

Terrence hesitated for a moment before speaking, as if he was thinking carefully about his words.

"Do you like women's clothing?" he finally asked, his eyes fixed on Alexander's.

Alexander paled, how could he answer that without giving himself away?

"W-what? No, of course not!" he stammered, laughing nervously. "It's just that... well... I thought I saw a bag that my sister would like, that's all."

Terrence narrowed his eyes, not quite convinced by the explanation.

"I see," he said slowly. "Well, if you want to buy something for your sister, you can do so, on me."

Alexander quickly shook his head, eager to change the subject and get away from this dangerous situation.

"No, there's no need, sir," he replied hastily. "We'd better get back to Oliver, he's probably missing us already."

Without giving him time to protest, he headed to the checkout to pay for the shoes. Terrence followed him, still intrigued by his assistant's strange behavior.

There was something about Alexander that attracted him in a way he couldn't explain, and it puzzled and fascinated him in equal parts.

Back in the suite, they found Oliver and Mrs. Thompson engrossed in a board game. The boy was delighted to see the new beach toys his father had bought him.

"Thanks, Dad!" Oliver exclaimed, hugging Terrence tightly. "Can we go to the beach now?"

"Sure, champ," Terrence smiled, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Go change and meet me at the hotel entrance in fifteen minutes."

Oliver nodded excitedly and ran to his room, Alexander also headed to his room to put on his swimsuit and beach clothes.

Once alone, he looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. How was he going to hide his feminine body in a bathing suit? Anxiety took hold of her as she considered her options. She would have to figure out how to avoid raising suspicion.

She adjusted the bandage that was constricting her front assets, pulled on the swimsuit and shorts Terrence had bought her, to hide her curves, and pulled a loose T-shirt over them.

"Okay, Amelia," she told herself, staring at herself in the mirror. "Now you just have to act natural and everything will be fine."

He left the room and joined the others in the hotel lobby. Oliver was already there, jumping up and down with excitement, his childish energy contrasting with the tension Amelia felt.

"Come on, Mr. Roberts!" Oliver urged, tugging on his hand impatiently. "I want to make a giant sand castle!"

Alexander smiled, letting the little boy's enthusiasm catch on him.

As they headed towards the beach, Alexander couldn't help but feel his boss's gaze fixed on his back. Did Terrence suspect something? Or was he just being paranoid?

Oliver ran excitedly towards the shore, closely followed by Alexander and Mrs. Thompson. Terrence had asked them to take the boy out to have some fun while he attended to some important calls.

As they walked along the sand, Mrs. Thompson approached Alexander and whispered.

"Mr. Roberts, may I make a personal observation?"

Alexander eyed her warily, fearing that the shrewd woman had noticed something suspicious about his appearance.

"Of course, Mrs. Thompson. What's wrong?"

The woman looked him up and down before answering.

"I couldn't help but notice that you have very... well-groomed legs for a man," she commented with an arched eyebrow. "Do you shave?"

Alexander felt the color drain from his face. How on earth was he going to explain that?