A/N Owning nothing at all.

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"Ok, what do you need?" I asked nervously. He sat still quietly, waiting for me to get more nervous. I tried to think of what he might need. Maybe he needed someone to clean his house. I could do that, except I had no clue where he lived. That of course got me thinking about where he might live. I started to suspect that he lived at the restaurant since I don't really remember him ever not being there except to go to the bank or something like that. My train of thought kept going on a tangent until my face was no longer nervous and this clearly disappointed him.

He finally spoke and said, "I have an important business meeting at a restaurant about an hour or so from here this Friday evening. I need to discuss some things about one of my other businesses and I have been advised to bring a lady friend along."

I thought about what he was saying for awhile. I knew he hired a financial advisor years ago. He would stop in occasionally, but I didn't realize that it was for a different business. How could he have time for another one? I was also quite sure he said one of his other ones. How many did he have? So I asked, "What other business do you have?"

He didn't answer my question. "You only need to worry about doing your job at this one and looking pretty at the restaurant. I guess you should also do your best not to trip or embarrass yourself. Valerie will be taking you out tomorrow to help you pick out some appropriate clothing. She has also volunteered to do something with your hair, nails, and makeup."

Suddenly understanding what he was asking me and I started to freak out a bit. I do not do makeup, I don't do fake nails, my hair stays down and brushed and knowing Jareth this business meeting was not going to be at a Ruby Tuesdays. If he needed Valerie to help me pick out something to wear that meant a dress and I also did not do dresses. I started shaking my head saying, "No, no, no, and absolutely no."

I saw some small bit of emotion pass over his face and then it went back to amused. Did I just insult him, I wondered. I hoped I didn't hurt his feelings. I knew he wasn't actually asking me on a date. I was definitely nowhere near the best he could get. So I tried to fix it, "I just mean that I am not the kind of girl you take to a fancy restaurant."

"Felicia," he said slowly, "My restaurant is not fancy?" He made a show of looking absolutely insulted. I glared at him. I think I might have heard a small chuckle too, "Come in tomorrow morning and be prepared to go dress shopping. Now go home."

I got up and went to leave but then I decided to ask the question I thought of earlier, "Where do you live?"

"In my house," he said just looking at me like that was a perfectly acceptable answer. I knew I wouldn't get anymore out of him tonight so I left.

As I got ready for bed I wondered what kind of dress I would need. I also thought about Jareth. I knew him well enough to know his likes and dislikes. I also knew how to push his buttons. I knew that certain things would instantly put him into a bad mood. I knew his favorite color was purple. I don't know how I knew that. However, I knew nothing about his family, friends. He never really mentioned anyone else except "the girl" and even that was never really mentioned. I figured that would give me plenty to talk to him about on the ride to the restaurant and back.

I woke up dreading the day. I really did not want to be shoved into and out of a bunch of clothes that I would hate. I surprised myself by showing up at all. Valerie was extremely excited. I groaned realizing she would not be on my side. Valerie was the girly girl and this was a paid girl's day out. Jareth has given Valerie a credit card to use to buy everything I would need. As we drove to the dress shop Valerie chatted on about how she and Jareth discussed what I should wear and how I should look. I am just glad she let me sit silently and be pissy.

I didn't look at what the name of the store was that we went into, but I knew right away that I didn't want to be in any of these clothes. A sales lady immediately came to my side and asked me to undress in one of the dressing areas so that she could measure me. Now here is the main reason I absolutely hate clothes shopping, even for my jeans. I am a hard size to fit. First off I am short. I can never get the length I need. Second I am very curvy. I have hips that are a little too wide, a chest that is a little too big and a waist that is very thin. If it fits my hips, it is extremely loose in my waist; if it fits my waist then my chest is popping out for all to see. I am by no means fat, but my shape looks terrible in most clothes.

I tried to zone out as Valerie and the sales lady had their way with my body. I didn't give any dress a second look. Finally they put one on me that actually looked really nice. The top looked like it belonged to a gypsy with a dark fabric covering my chest, almost, and a sheer see through over my waist and the bottom started at my hips and flowed out. It was tight and loose in all the right places. There was only one problem and Valerie pointed it out right away: the color. It was yellow.

"Can I get it in a dark purple?" I asked. They suddenly got excited that I was actually being involved in the shopping. The sales lady and Valerie immediately started to hunt down the dress in purple. Valerie had no luck on the racks and started making some calls. When she finally came back over I was in my normal clothes. She was going to have it ordered from another store and we could pick it up tomorrow. I was glad that the whole thing was over with. Of course it wasn't, Valerie began dragging me over to shoes and jewelry. I zoned out again and let them play dress up. They picked out some high heel shoes that made me wish I was paying attention, a silver bracelet, and purple dangly earrings that I actually did pick. I like earrings, sometimes. By the time we got back to the restaurant it was time for dinner and I decided that I wanted to eat there, get the most expensive thing on the menu and pay for it with Jareth's credit card.