Inappropriate
"Okay, I know it's my turn to buy lunch," said Kate.
"I know," replied Tony, "But you got it yesterday instead. You can't say I'm not fair."
Mimicking Kate, he left her lunch until last, kneeling beside her desk to hand her a salad. She eyed it suspiciously. "Tony, I already said no to food for sex."
"I know, but you do owe me a favour, and I promise you won't have to be naked for it."
"What kind of favour?" she asked; her eyes still narrow.
"My dad's throwing this fancy party in a few days time, and he's asked me to come."
"I thought you and your dad didn't –"
"We don't, but he likes me to come to this kind of thing every so often. That way he gets to look like he didn't completely mess up with me."
"Okay, but what's that got to do with me?" she asked, confusedly.
"Would you be my date for it?"
"Why are you asking me? I can't imagine you having any trouble getting a date that didn't hit you."
"Oh, there are plenty of girls that'd look great on my arm, but this is my dad…they…wouldn't understand. Please, Kate."
She hesitated, but nodded. "What do I need to wear?"
Tony shrugged.
"Well, what are you wearing, Tony?" she asked, impatiently.
He described his planned outfit, and she nodded in understanding. "Little black dress," she said, almost instantly.
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"You look pretty," said Tony, as she slipped into his car.
"Thanks…and before you ask, no, you're not making any improvements."
Tony smirked at the memory she referred to. "I should completely quit law enforcement and become a stylist," he mused.
"Start the car, Tony."
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Kate squirmed uncomfortably in her kitten heels, as she watched Tony's dad subtly, but mercilessly humiliate his son at every opportunity. In fact, after a couple of hours of hours of it, she resorted to grabbing Tony's hand and virtually dragging him out to the cold seclusion of the gardens.
"Tony, I –"
"Don't feel sorry for me, Kate. I'm used to it…really. It doesn't bother me."
She was silent for a while, searching for the right words. Eventually, she settled on cupping his chin in one of her hands, looking into his eyes, and saying, "You are twice the man he is, Tony. Don't you ever forget that."
Tony stared in surprise at her uncharacteristic outburst, before catching her completely unawares, and kissing her.
Kate was shocked to find that her body did not protest against Tony's actions. On the contrary, she found herself pulling him even closer to her, kissing him for all she was worth.
They stayed like this for some time, until Kate slowly pulled away.
"Tony," she whispered.
"Mmm?"
"I can't feel my feet."
Tony laughed, and she found that, like the kissing, that it was infectious. Giggling, she took the jacket he offered her, and slipped it on, laughing even more at the enormity of the garment on her slim frame.
"Shall we go back to the car?" asked Tony.
Kate nodded, and then shook her head, and then, quite suddenly, began to cry. She had been enjoying herself. She had been so happy, that she had completely forgotten.
"What's wrong, Kate?" asked Tony, concerned at her bizarre mood swing.
"Oh, God. Tony, you remember when I asked you if I had been seeing anyone before the amnesia?"
"Yeah…"
"Tony. Oh, Tony…I'm pregnant."
