Author Notes: Wow, its been ages since I've made an update. To be honest this chapter has been done for over a month. I've had a computer die on me, and hadn't gotten a chance to replace it till this past week. This is by far one of my shortest chapters, but I felt it was necessary to keep it apart from what will be Chapter 5.

The next day came quickly, and Link's face still in the ample bosom of his lawyer. Slowly he awakened, noting his current predicament.

"Great…" He muttered quietly to himself.

It wasn't as if he didn't appreciate having a beautiful woman, scantily clad on his lap, her bosom in his face. He was worried what she would think when she awoke, maybe the feeling would be mutual. Maybe both would shrug it off as a night of drunken debauchery. Until that time, he had to be slightly worried, since he'd just met the female and appreciated the wonderful services she had provided.

As his mind raced through the different scenarios that could soon play out, a groggy moan came from the female. Her sapphire eyes slowly opening to see the Link's blonde locks and not his eyes as she'd expected. A blush flushed on her cheeks, as she realized where his face was. Her hand covering her mouth, embarrassed at how she'd likely acted the previous evening.

"W-What happened?" She asked quietly putting her hand to her head, her hangover kicking in. She looked at him silently as he thought of the words to not blow the situation out of proportion.

The night seemed to be a complete blur. He'd remembered being at her office, and talking about his therapist. Clenching his eyes shut, he continued to think. "Ugh… I think we got smashed at a bar and somehow ended up back here." He sighed, trying to remember a bit of what happened next, but just couldn't remember.

"We screwed around didn't we?" She questioned sheepishly as she rolled off of him and sat beside him. Looking at herself, she felt completely embarrassed dressed in just her push-up bra and lace panties.

That was precisely the question he'd not wanted to answer. She seemed to be taking their night of drunken debauchery fairly well, but would likely break down if he answered her incorrectly. He also couldn't take his time like he had a moment ago. He had to be truthful, well as best he could.

"I don't think so…" He commented, gazing into her eyes.

Zelda smiled shyly, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "You better hope so mister, I'm not supposed to fraternize with clients." She paused, before raising a fist, a slight smirk on her lips. "Otherwise I might have to beat you down, mister big shot wheelman!"

The blonde cocked a brow at these antics. This wasn't what he'd expected. Maybe she wasn't a hotheaded bitch like his past girlfriends. He didn't even want to think of those sex-crazed women.

"So I take it you're still my attorney??" The wheelman asked, hoping the answer was still a yes."

"Well… while I am practically naked, I think I can trust you.. So yes I'll still be you're attorney babe." She winked, kissing his cheek once more. "I need to freshen up for work though.." She continued as she stood, and made sure he watched as her hips swayed back and forth on her way into his bathroom.

What a sigh of relief he thought, he couldn't help but watch those stunning hips swaying as she walked toward the bathroom. It was if his nose was bleeding. As he'd already learned, she was gorgeous, and her teasing ways had him hooked. Part of him wanted to follow her in and drive every sense in her body crazy as she'd just done to him.

Well, that part of his anatomy would have to wait until later. He had to get ready for the day. Hearing his shower turn on, he walked into his kitchen and prepare for breakfast. Over easy eggs and toast would have to be suffice since he hadn't taken a trip to the supermarket in ages. Whistling, the blonde began to cook the eggs. Just as he'd finished, the shower was turned off.

Another twenty minutes passed before the stunning female revealed herself. She likely struck the heart of every man when she passed by. Maybe it was the fact she'd just cleaned herself, or maybe it that she was forbidden fruit just waiting to be plucked away from the tree known as society.

"Awh, you made me breakfast. There may still be hope for you yet." Zelda teased, before grinning.

Link scoffed, before glaring playfully at her. "Well wouldn't want you to be hungry at work, now would we?" He commented sarcastically.

"True true.." She retorted before sticking her tongue out.

"Well time for a shower. Be back shortly." The wheelman said.

"Oh…" She muttered sadly.

"Enjoy my dear.." He whispered with a grin.

"Will do." She commented dejectedly.

Winking before he strutted to the bathroom, he looked back just before he closed the door. She seemed to be enjoying his cooking as she ate contently.

Apparently that wasn't the case however. After a quick shower, the blonde walked out a towel around his waist to see an empty chair with a half eaten plate. Sighing, he called out around the apartment for some form of answer. None… just what he needed… He'd pissed off his representation whom had likely stormed off as he'd showered.

Looking next to the dish he saw a note. Picking it up, he scanned it. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to read it fully now knowing why the stunning female had abruptly left him and his 'gourmet' breakfast.

Hey Link,

I got a call while you were showering. Got called into work, big case that I need to help with. So sorry I couldn't have stayed to eat with you. Hope you understand… Oh and one other thing… You have you're first therapy session today. The address is 155 Morefield Dr. The appointment is at 2pm. DON'T BE LATE

Xoxo

Zelda

Author Notes: I hoped you enjoyed. Also, next chapter should be coming alot in the next week or so. Malon is coming, its taken longer than I wanted to bring her in though.