She couldn't believe her night. Yeah, the window incident was scary, but that kiss. Oh, that kiss. Brook wondered if every kiss with him would be like that. She would need to be a lot more prepared the next time. Brook sat on her couch smiling to herself. She was just glad there would be a next time. Aside from the issue with Casey, everything was falling right into place.
Brook reached in her pocket and found Officer Shipka's card. She turned it over in her hand while she thought about calling. She reached over for the phone when it suddenly rang.
"Shit!" That scared her right out of her wits.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sweety." The voice came smoothly over the phone.
"Will?"
"No, it's Casey." The once smooth voice came across flat and menacing. Brook debated with just hanging up. But, she decided to talk.
"Casey. Did you throw a rock into Will's apartment last night?" She tried to keep her voice from shaking.
Casey grinned to himself, 'of course I did' he thought. He slipped into his most innocent, unassuming voice, "What are you talking about, sweety?"
Brook knew he wouldn't just admit to it. But, she figured she had to give it a try. "Casey, I've already told you before, but in case it wasn't clear, I don't want you. Not even a little bit. Don't call me again, don't follow me, don't harass me, and I know you threw that rock! Just leave me, the hell, alone!" She slammed the phone down and was a little surprised at her anger. The phone rang beneath her hand, but she just ignored it. It was time for work anyway.
As customer after customer tried on clothes, Brook had difficulty tending to their needs. How could she ever get a call from Will, if Casey won't stop calling her. This was really beginning to annoy her. She had waited long enough for Will, she didn't want things to be tainted because of Casey. She decided to call Officer Shipka as soon as she got home, assuming Casey wasn't still blowing up her phone.
"Excuse me, ma'am, I'd like to try this on." She looked over at the bright purple banana-hammock and snapped out of her stupor. She looked at the customer and low and behold, it was Will. She couldn't help but crack up.
"What? I don't like being made fun of by the sales-lady." He tried to hold a straight face, but was having trouble.
Brook threw her arms around him without another thought. She held his body close to hers. He felt warm and strong, and she instantly wished she was elsewhere, with a bed, or maybe just a floor mat.
"So does this mean you like it? Because I was debating between this one and the mesh one." He held her tightly.
As she pulled away, she grabbed the thong and held it against him. "Hmm, I do like it. When do I get to see you in it?"
Brook bit her lip when she looked up at him which caused his dick to twitch. What a naughty, unconscious move on her part. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I called and you weren't home, so I figured you'd be here. I wanted to know if you wanted to do something later, something with a little less fainting?" He winked at her mischievously as she gave his arm a good slap.
"Well, what did you have in mind, you ass?"
"They just opened up a putt-putt nearby. I thought maybe I could give you a hands-on lesson in putting. What do you think?"
The excitement was already brimming over in her. "That sounds great. I get off at 5. So what do you think about picking me up at 6?"
"Awesome. Okay, so I'll buy this some other time, I have to go learn how to putt." He pulled her in for a hug. She felt like her heart was swelling. This man was so amazing. As he walked away, she looked after him, and checked out his very nice ass. She was so excited. The day passed slowly, and as soon as 5 arrived, she did not stay a second late.
She drove home quickly, showered, and shaved, she was definitely hoping. She knew it was casual, but she definitely wanted to wear something tempting. She still couldn't believe she was actually going on a real date with someone who, for so long, was untouchable. She put one a short, flowing skirt and a white polo, with the neck buttons unbuttoned. She was fully aware that if she bent over just right, you could see down her shirt, and she was planning on bending over just right, numerous times. She was just finishing up her make-up, when she heard a knock on the door.
