KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I heard pounding at my door at 7 in the morning, as i lugged myself towards my entryway. "COMING!" I yelled, figuring it was the inpatient delivery boy with my new script. I combed my fingers through my short messy black hair, as my shear robe flowed behind me. I opened the door to discover Peter standing there, that's when my sleepy eyes flew open as well. "Peter! what are you doing here? Well, not that i'm not happy to see you but-" i rambled like there was no tomorrow. "I- i thought you were coming over later tonight...?"
He giggled at how caught-off-guard i was, "I told you i had a surprise for you today, i never set a time..." he deviously smiled. "I said i had a surprise, so... Surprise!" He pulled his hands out from behind his back, holding a dozen roses.
"Oh my goodness, Peter!" I said, shoving my face into the beautiful smell. "That's so sweet of you! I'll go put them in a vase." Not realizing that i no longer was holding my robe, i watched Peter's eyes grow bigger as he looked at my shear robe fly open. Wearing a white tank and panties, braless. I quickly rushed into my kitchen to grab a vase, as he hesitantly followed behind.
"You have such a lovely home."
"Oh, thank you!" I shouted across the room. "So, what did you have in mind today?"
"I thought we could take my private jet to Paris, and ride my yacht as we eat freshly caught crab." He said in a jokingly snotty accent.
I laughed looking back at him. His jokes were once every blue moon, but i loved them. "Yeah... or not..." I joked back with a little smirk.
"Have you never heard of a surprise, Mariska? It's like a big secret that gets revealed at the end of the night." He mocked my eager questioning.
"Well, Mr. Double O7-" I moved closer to him, eventually putting my hand on his chest. "How about you cut the stems and put the flowers in the vase," i moved closer into him, "while I go get dressed. k?"
He smiled as big as ever. "Okay," he whispered. I pulled away from his face with a devilish smile, and catwalked to my bedroom.
There was a moment of silence as i was getting ready. "Where do you want the flowers?" He bellowed in his deep voice.
"Umm, you can just put them on the living room table." I shouted back, picking out a shirt. My bedroom was right across from my living room, and i completely forgot i left my door open. I could feel his eyes on me as i walked across the floor in my jeans and a bra, but i didn't want to make a scene by slamming the door. I heard a creek from my wooden ground, as if he were hypnotized. I threw on my shirt and turned around, "Stare much?"
"Oh... um... I..." he stuttered trying to discover an answer, then turned to the pictures on my wall. I heard him giggle at the picture of my brothers & I smashing cake in each others faces. "Who's this?" he gazed at my mother and father.
"That's my mom and dad." I smiled in admiration.
"That- They are- Your parents are..."
"Jayne Mansfield and Mickey Hargitay? Yes. They are my birth-givers" I slightly shook my head at my awful and weird joke. "Why, ya know 'em?"
"Know 'em? They're legends." I laughed at his amazement and the word legend, they're my parents that's so odd to hear legend.
"Didn't i ever mention it?"
"No... that never really seemed to come up." I giggled, it made me feel like a child star, even though i didn't grow up that way.
"So, ready to go?" I was so eager to find out what we're doing. "Where are we going?" I asked, grabbing my purse.
"Mariska..." He placed his forehead on mine and stared into my eyes, i couldn't stop giggling. "It's a Surprise!!!"
