Never An Angel

Fifth

        Magdalen was waiting patiently downstairs with a magazine sitting open on her lap. Her slacks were crisp, her dress shirt ironed and tucked into her waistband, and her dress shoes were shined. It was how she liked to dress for Murello on special occasions. She looked nice and professional, and he had always told her he loved her that way. She rolled up her sleeves delicately as she read an intriguing article on climate change.

     Petra was upstairs getting ready. She had banished Magdalen downstairs to prevent her from seeing anything concerning makeup and clothes and the like. Magdalen had asked why, and her answer had been confusing. Petra had said it would ruin the illusion. Magdalen didn't know what illusion, exactly, since she had seen Petra naked, splayed out, showering, and completely exposed in every possible way. They were living together as well. What illusions were there? But she had obeyed despite her thoughts and went to wait downstairs.

     Olive waited with her, periodically going upstairs to satisfy his doggie curiosity. Magdalen grumbled that it was unfair that he got see Petra's process and she didn't.

     A half hour before their reservation was set, Petra finally made her way downstairs. Magdalen tossed the magazine on the table and turned to see what she couldn't before. She stared in awe. A red dress clung to Petra's skin, the garment perfectly set between prude and revealing. Her hair was gathered over one shoulder in luscious waves in an almost playful manner. Deep, sensual red coated her lips.

     "Wow," Magdalen breathed as Petra gave a slow spin. "You look stunning."

     Petra raised a shoulder coyly. "I know. You said wear something nice so I figured our first double date should be remembered. You look nice, by the way. I'm kind of expecting you to pull down your zipper and fuck me. I like it. A good look for you."

     Magdalen stood. She could fulfill Petra's expectations with a quick, naughty addition, but she wasn't going to wear that to a meeting with Murello. Then again... "We have a little time before we have to be there." She put a hand low to outline her crotch. "I can get what you want from upstairs."

     Smirking, Petra smoothed down her dress. "Let's go. The more people that get lucky enough to see me dressed like this, the better. But hold that thought. I might want it later."

     "Then let's go." Magdalen snaked an arm around Petra's waist and escorted her outside. If there was one thing she enjoyed about having a beautiful human by her side, it was others seeing what she managed to catch. Because, yes, Petra was quite the catch. At least in the aesthetic department. Magdalen didn't think there were many, human or otherwise, that could handle, or tolerate, Petra's spiky personality.

     Halfway to Murello's, Magdalen received a text from Declan that he and Kist were present at the restaurant and prepared for anything.

     Petra noticed the sly cell check and she crossed her legs slowly. "Who was that?"

     "Everything is set at the restaurant. Want a bottle of wine to be waiting for us?"

     "...No. I want to see the menu."

     Magdalen shrugged. She continued to drive without commenting on Petra's need to constantly know. That would only lead to an irritating conversation that she didn't want.

     When they made it to Murello's, Petra quickly ran around the car to grasp onto Magdalen's arm. "Are we here to see... Murello?" she nearly hissed.

     "Didn't I tell you?"

     "No!" She dragged Magdalen back before they could walk inside. "I don't want to have dinner with an old boss, no matter how friendly you are with him."