The Wedding Issue

Chapter Six - Tequila

'You should've seen the look on the DA's face. It was priceless', Claire was bragging about her major win today as she was munching on some grapes.

My head was somewhere else. I was thinking about this mysterious Miss Fernandez. It occurred to me that I had no idea what her marital status was. I knew she wasn't married; hence Madison always refers to her as "Miss". But that didn't omit the fact that she might be engaged or seeing someone. It had also occurred to me that I didn't know her name. She seemed like she had one of those modern, but rarely used names like Shiloh or Vivien.

I wonder if she would be nice to me when we meet. She seemed to be like a nice person. Well, her body seemed nice in the pictures. Real nice

'Earth to Killian', Claire cut through my thoughts.

'That's really great, honey', I said automatically.

It was my go to response whenever I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. It could pass as a compliment, praise and as words of encouragement.

'Where were you just now?', she asked, curious.

I couldn't lie to Claire. She always knew when I lied because my ears turn red and beads of sweat start forming around my forehead. Besides, nothing good ever really comes from that. I had no reason to lie, anyway. All I was doing was thinking the woman that I'll be working for.

No big deal.

'Madison got me a new gig at Femme. They want me to do a photo-shoot for them', I tried to downplay the situation a bit as I munched on a couple of grapes myself.

'Honey, that's great!'

'I'm going to meet her boss tomorrow', I added.

Her jaw dropped.

'You're going to meet Madison's boss?'

'Yeah, is that a problem?', I asked, a little frightened.

For a moment there, I thought that all my fears would come true. Madison must've mentioned something to Claire about Miss Fernandez, and it seemed like it was coming to bite me in the ass.

'You're going to be in the same room as Genevieve Fernandez?', she seemed like she was about to pass out.

Genevieve Fernandez. Her name had an exotic, mysterious ring to it. I liked it.

'Yes, I'm going to be in the same room with Genevieve Fernandez', I said more to myself than to her.

It did sound surreal. I had a hard time believing it myself. I was going to be in the same room with the woman who sent my gears to motion and was the inspiration behind my latest adventure.

'You lucky son of a bitch', she exclaimed.

Her words took me by surprise. I expected her to attack me or chastise me or give me hell about it. But she was handling it way better than I had anticipated. I had no idea she even knew of Genevieve at all.

'You know her?', I asked to confirm my suspicions.

'I know of her. She is one of the most successful self-made women of the century. Every woman either wants to dress like her or walk like her or talk like her', she said in a dreamy voice.

'Really? I didn't know you were a fan?', I said.

But honestly, her words didn't shock me one bit. I took one glimpse at her and my knees went weak. It would be no surprise that women idolize her. I bet women would even change their sexual preferences for her; that exotic, self-made, sexy enchantress.