Sorry for the delayed update but work is currently kicking my ass! Hope you enjoy this chapter and if i can motivate myself or you guys motivate me enough i'll reward your patience with another chapter in the next couple of days! Happy belated thanksgiving to all my American readers!
Piper couldn't believe how easy it was to be around Alex. She had done nothing but smile and laugh the whole time they had been together in the book lined coffee shop, so much in fact that her cheeks were beginning to hurt. Alex was well read, extremely well travelled and could hold a conversation about anything from 'The Smiths' to whether NASA actually made it to the moon, which of course Alex thought was a massive conspiracy. Glancing down at her watch, she couldn't believe they had been there for over two hours, Alex must have noticed her sudden seeming lack of interest in her conversation.
"Got somewhere to be?"
"No, it's just, I can't believe how nice this has been.." Piper was cut off mid sentence, "Go out with me tonight" Alex blurted out, not wanting her time with this fiery, golden haired beauty to end. She had never met anyone quite like Piper Chapman. All thoughts of Sylvia had disappeared into the deepest crevice of her thoughts, having been cemented over by new intriguing feelings and experiences brought on by this woman in front of her. Every time she learnt something new about Piper, a million new questions beckoned to be asked.
It was no secret that her and Sylvie were rocky at best; Sylvie had been a mule she had recruited about a year ago. Like most of her mules, `her mysterious hot –cold personality, quick wit and unbelievable talents in the bedroom had captivated Sylvie. Being one of her most reliable mules, it was a reoccurring routine that after a big shipment her and Sylvie would celebrate by fucking the night away. Alex couldn't put her finger on the exact moment she had noticed Sylvie had moved in with her. For months, she had over looked the additional tooth brush and the growing number of clothes that weren't hers in her wardrobe, it wasn't until Alex was given two months off that it was clear that amongst the whirl wind of travelling this year Sylvie had moved herself in. Knowing full well that it wouldn't be long until she would be off jet setting again she had spared herself the aggravation of confronting the situation. However, after two weeks of being back semi-permanently Sylvie's neediness, jealously and constant presence was starting to grind on Alex. Luckily, Fahri had taken pity on her and pulled Sylvie away for a quick run to Mexico giving Alex some much needed breathing space.
Quickly recovering from her momentary lapse of composure, " I know this amazing French restaurant in Williamsburg, I know the chef. We should celebrate this new job of yours. My treat?"
"I'd like that." Piper beamed
"Great, how about you text me your address and I'll pick you up, say about 7.30?" Alex gracefully started getting up, pulling on her leather jacket.
"Sounds perfect" Piper glanced up, admiring Alex once more.
"Okay then, I shall see you later kid." She said heading towards the door before briefly turning back, "Wear something nice" Alex winked, and with that she had disappeared through the door and was lost amongst the hive of New York City.
Piper was panicking, what the fuck was she going to wear? She couldn't put her finger on why she wanted to impress Alex so much, and didn't really want to overthink what this was. Alex had made it quite clear it was just a friendly celebration, but then there was that wink.. that wink that told her a whole other story, that wink that made aroused feelings she didn't think a woman could. It wasn't a date, right?
Not surprisingly Polly had interrogated Piper, trying to give away as little as possible Piper had kept it short and sweet. She was going for a drink with a 'friend' called Alex. It wasn't her fault that Polly had assumed Alex was male, and Piper quite frankly didn't want the hassle of correcting her. Luckily, Polly had her own plans with Pete, the guy from their night out last week. Polly was over the moon that her one nightstand wanted to wine and dine her, and thankfully was too busy over analysing every message Pete had sent her since to bombard her with any more questions.
Piper decided that in this case, less would be more. She didn't want to over do it, so no dress. Instead, she settled on a white blouse, which left nothing to the imagination, especially with her magenta bra underneath. A pair of light skinny jeans which accentuated her toned thighs, and along with tanned high healed sandals from Marshalls made her legs go on forever… or so she was told.. by Polly.
Fortunately, at seven there was a knock on the door,
"Do I look hot? I mean not like slutty, adulterous, whore hot, but you know… damn I would do her over and over and eventually marry and have children with her hot?" Polly burst out.
"You look amazing Polly, go get him tiger" Piper laughed, smacking Polly on the ass on the way to the door. Her best friend really was slightly insane.
The half an hour in between Polly leaving and the second knock on the door seemed to go on forever, Piper couldn't count just how many times she had checked herself out in the mirror, ensuring her lipstick hadn't smudged, smoothing out her blouse.
Opening the door, Piper was greeted by Alex who in Pipers eyes looked simply stunning. Alex had a deep green plunged neck top, contrasting her pale ivory skin, emphasising her ample cleavage. The top effortlessly was tucked into a pair of tight black skinny jeans cut off by a pair of black healed boots all finished off with a black blazer. It seemed that Piper wasn't the only one blown away by the sight in front of her, catching Alex slowly cast her eyes over her and biting her lip ever so slightly.
"You look incredible." Alex stated simply, it took all of Alex's restraint not to push Piper against the door and kiss her there and then. Instead, taking a deep breath, "You ready to go?"
"Yeah!" Piper replied, grabbing her keys and her purse and closing the door behind her. Piper's heart fluttered at the feeling that over took her when Alex casually put her hand on the small of her back, leading her towards the lift.
Piper pegged Alex as the sort of person who could flag down a cab on her first attempt and she wasn't left disappointed. The cab ride was oddly silent; Alex and Piper looking out of opposite windows, the blur of the bright lights of the city flying past. Every now and then, each stole glances of each other whilst the other wasn't looking. Both women over powered by the mist of sexual tension that both could feel yet refused to admit.. well not just yet at least.