The Pretty Sister

Living Up to the Fantasy

Chapter 9

The next morning, Fiona woke up, feeling refreshed. She had a purpose. She jumped out of the bed, rousing Choco who woke with a start.

"Sorry, Choco baby. Go back to sleep." Fiona watched as the dog obeyed the command and laid its head down. Then, she headed to the bathroom for a shower. She took her time, doing basic maintenance such as shaving her legs and washing her hair. She breathed in the body wash's sweet honeysuckle smell. She had lots of things to do today. She needed to feel good. She grabbed her towel and took her time as she got dressed. She put on her denim shirt and rolled up the sleeves. She scrambled through her walk-in closet 'till she found the skirt she was looking for. It was a long floral maxi skirt that would be comfortable and hopefully breezy in the California warmth. She surveyed her outfit as she put on some sandals. The outfit covered a lot more than she usually did, but she had always wanted to wear this skirt, but her agent always said no because it did not go with her image. It was too hippy or something for her. Well, she was on break. She grabbed her laptop and looked up the information she needed. Within minutes, she was writing down the addresses. Time to grab my favorite guy. She picked up her cell phone. He answered on the first ring.

"Brick." While the voice sounded alert, she could detect some tone of sleepiness.

"Hey. I want to head out. Can you be ready in the next fifteen minutes?"

He grunted in reply. She smiled as she hung up and headed to the kitchen. She was tempted to make breakfast before she realized she didn't have anything, but cereal, yogurt and milk. So instead, she made a bowl of cereal, leaving an extra one for Brick. When she heard the knock on the door, she had just finished cleaning the bowl. She opened the door and found him in his usual attire of jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Good morning. Do you want something to eat? I only have cereal though." He shook his head.

"I already ate. Where are we heading out to so early?" She smiled as she looked at the clock with the small hand pointing to 10 and the large one at 6.

"I have been spoiling you. This is probably the first time I have wanted to go somewhere before 12. Well, I have a busy day. I thought that I should start early. Let's go." She heard Choco's patter of paws heading their way. She bent down and nuzzled his nose.

"Bye baby. Mommy will be back as soon as she handles her business." She patted the dog's head before shutting the door. As they headed to the elevator, she admired how the skirt flowed around her. She twirled in the elevator. Brick looked at her for a few seconds before turning around. She continued to play with her skirt in the car, running her finger over the gauzy material. Once again, Brick's eyes were questioning, but he said nothing.

"Just ask me. I know it is killing you to ask me why am I playing with my skirt so much." Brick just stared for a second before he turned away. A few minutes later, he turned back as he heard the swish of her skirt as she fidgeted.

"To answer your unspoken question, I am so happy because I have had this skirt for over a year and never been able to wear it. It wasn't good for my image. I finally got up the lady balls to say forget about my stupid image. I can wear what I want. What do you think, Brick? Does it ruin your fantasy of me?"

Brick's mind raced from the many fantasies that had caused him several cold showers. In his fantasies, he pictured her in lots of thing none of which was that skirt. Just last night, he had pictured her in those jeans of a few days ago. He had imagined as his fingers slowly peeled the pants down to find his surprise. Except he could not imagine what underwear she wore. He was never very imaginative, even as a kid. He remembered waking up in a cold sweat from that dream. Yet as he watched the long skirt fluttered around Fiona's long toned legs, he realized that his mind was coming up with a new fantasy. One where he would lay her across the back seat. His hands would slide the skirt up with little effort or resistance. Then, he could find out for certain what his Fiona liked to wear. Wait a minute! His Fiona. He did not have a Fiona. Hell, their interactions had been very chaste. That would be how they stayed. Client, Brick. Client. Remember that. His fantasy would stay that. A fantasy. Damn, he was becoming like the stalker, fantasizing about someone he had no business fantasizing about. He knew he didn't have much information, but he would try his hardest. This case needed to be finished soon or he would be crossing boundaries that needed to stay up.