Surprises part 8 -- Obsessive Endeavors from The Chair

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Date Posted: 17:53:05 07/14/02 Sun
Author: SirensSong
Subject: Surprises part 8
In reply to: SirensSong 's message, "Surprises" on 21:21:03 06/02/02 Sun

The next day you mostly spend painting. You actually finish one painting (not one for Kenneth) but instead, you finish that painting of a sunset you've been working on for weeks. You set it aside to dry, and go out on your balcony. Standing at the railing, you study the sky thoughtfully. The setting sun fills the sky with fire. It is absolutely gorgeous. You turn to go back inside, and practically jump out of your skin. You barely manage to stifle the scream threatening to spill from your throat. Ian is standing against the door to you balcony, a large box in his hands. He watches you with dark hazel eyes. You think you see a hint of humor in them

"You should NOT do that!" you snap breathlessly. You walk forward until you're face to face, looking up at him. "Do you LIKE scaring people?"

"Mr. Irons sent this for you," he replied, holding out the box. You reach out and take it slowly, only glancing down for a second.

"For wh..." you start to say, looking back up. Ian has vanished. You look around, scanning the building tops for a glimpse of your mysterious delivery boy. Nothing. You sigh, and head back inside.

You go into your bedroom, and set the box down on the bed. You slowly untie the purple ribbons on the box, and lift off the lid. You gasp softly. Inside is a dress, and a small box. You pick up the smaller box. Inside that is a pair of shoes. Black opened toed strappy heels. You set them aside and gently take the dress out of the larger box, and hold it up. It is exquisite, black, with spaghetti straps, and a slit up the right side. You get up, and go into the closet for a hanger. After hanging the dress up, you notice a slip of paper on the floor. You kneel and pick it up. There was nothing written on it, except a time. You smile, and set the paper aside. You give the clock a quick glance, before going to climb into the shower.

Thirty minutes later you emerge, clean and refreshed, from the long hot shower. You throw on a robe, and pad out into your art studio. You've thrown you hair up into hot rollers, so they'll be ready in time for you dinner date with Kenneth. You study your various pieces of unfinished art. They are of any number of things. Most are landscapes, but others are portraits, simple objects, and there are even a few abstract paintings. But you tend to like landscapes.

You end up listening to music for a while. The soundtrack from Les Miserables the musical is your CD of choice. As you listen to "One Day More" you glance at the clock. It's about time for you to get ready. You pick up the dress, and slip into it. It fits perfectly, not too tight or too loose. It shows off your figure very flatteringly. You pull on the shoes, which also fit perfectly. You find yourself wondering just how Kenneth Irons found out your dress and shoe size. You make a mental note to ask him, and move in front of the mirror. You start taking out the rollers, and your hair falls in ringlets around your face. You study your reflection thoughtfully, trying to decide what to do with the curls. You decide to pin it up again. You rummage through your makeup bag, deciding on pale pink lipstick, and smoky eyeshadow. Once again you dab on a bit of Curve perfume, and you're ready to go. You grab your coat (the cool trench style leather one) and make sure your keys are in the pocket.

There is a knock on the door. You open it to see Ian waiting for you. He studies you silently as you step out and lock the door behind you. You gesture for him to take the lead.

"After you," you comment with a grin. Ian leads you outside, to a black limo. He opens the limo door for you, and you nod your thanks as you climb inside. Seated in the back, you gaze out of the window, watching the city pass by without actually seeing it.

Before you know, you've arrived at Kenneth's. Ian opens the car door once more, and you get out of the limo. He leads you inside, the same route as before. He opens another door for you, and you step inside. Kenneth is waiting for you. He is dressed in a tux, and looks VERY dashing. He approaches you with a smile, eyeing you appreciatively.

"You look breathtaking," he murmurs, taking your hand in his. He raises it to his lips and gently kisses it, his lips lingering...

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Re: Surprises part 8 -- miculawitch, 11:42:31 07/15/02 Mon