My Fiancé's Sister ~ Trixya

Chapter 2 - Alex's Sister

A skirt hangs halfway off the bed. Two pairs of jeans and a dress lie on opposite sides of the room. A shoe here, a sock there. A half-dressed Trixie tips practically upside down into a large moving box. Another dress is thrown into the mess.

Alex watches amused from their new bed, dressed in only his freshly ironed khaki shorts. Trixie grunts, digging deeper and kicking a leg angrily into the air. Her long oversized light pink t-shirt rides up and reveals her ass covered by silky, lace pink underwear. Alex smirks. He could watch this all day if they had all day. He checks his watch; they have to be at his sister's house in 30 minutes. Trixie better get moving. He stands and makes his way behind her, placing his hands on her wide hips, and pulling her out of and away from the box into his chest. Trixie can feel every dip and curve of his muscular torso and she must focus on staying frustrated on the task at hand.

"Having an issue?" He teases, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Trixie turns around and stomps her foot. Her hair is a mess, and her face is beat red. She isn't pleased.

"This is not funny! You are terrible at packing! It's called organization! Pants go with other pants, shirts go with shirts, dresses go with dresses. Do you see the pattern?" She throws her arms in the air and finds another box to look through, yet again. Alex pulls her away, stopping her frantic search.

"I do see, I'm sorry. Why don't you go fix your hair and finish getting ready and I'll find whatever it is you're looking for?" He offers.

"Fine. I'm looking for my favorite pink summer dress with flowers on, but I've looked everywhere. You won't find it. It's probably gone forever somewhere in Milwaukee." She says stubbornly, walking into the bathroom. The state of the room proves that she indeed looked everywhere, but Alex knows he'll find what she's looking for.

Minutes later, he cracks the bathroom door open just a bit and tosses the exact dress Trixie was trying to find at her. She stares him down in the mirror and he flashes her a smug grin.

"Where was it?" She asks skeptically. She is just positive he had to have been messing with her and hiding them.

He opens the door all the way, giving her a full view of al labeled 'summer clothes'.

the boxes. He points to the one sitting on the bed

"Go away, I don't like you right now." She can't help but smile as she shakes her head and ushers him out of the bathroom, not giving him the satisfaction that she was wrong. She puts on the dress, tucks her hair into place again, adjusts her dress, and checks her make-up, which consist of some light contouring and her signature strong graphic eyeliner, one last time. She turns to the side and checks herself out, making sure nothing is out of place. She wouldn't admit it, but she knows she looks adorable.

"You look great!" Alex calls from his place on the bed, knowing without looking that she's scrutinizing her appearance. He finished getting dressed, having put on a blue short sleeve button up and is now playing on his phone. "Now hop to or we'll be late!"

They hurriedly march down the stairs, into the underground parking garage. Alex opens the passenger door of their shiny, new car and gestures for Trixie to get in. She politely thanks him and slides in. Alex gets in behind the wheel and they pull out of the garage onto the busy Boston city streets.

Trixie watches out the window as the people and buildings pass by. They flew in three days ago, and she has yet to go out and explore any of the city. The moments tick by and she assumes they're getting closer to their destination. Alex said it was only a few miles away. She tucks some loose hair behind her ear and absentmindedly plays with the hem of her midthigh length dress.