Stairs vs. Tight Short Dress

I heard the elevator BING from my room. He must be home. I wiped the paint on my paintbrush onto my shirt and opened my door. Wow, my room smells like paint compared to the rest of the apartment. I looked above my bed where I started to paint the same quote from my apartment.

“If you can’t find a way. Make-”

Ehh. I’ll get it done this week. It’s taking a lot longer than I thought it would. I didn’t think the paint would be so thin. I already had two coats on it and it was still hard to read. Well, this is what I get for buying cheap paint, but I didn’t want to use all the money Nate gave me.

I heard Nate playing around with his keys trying to open the door. I grabbed the knob and welcomed him home. He was wearing a black suit today with thin pin stripes. It was just as fitted as the one he had on yesterday. I couldn’t control myself as my cheeks started to turn pink.

I had a weakness for men in suits. And joggers. And jeans. And tight t-shirts. I guess I just had a weakness for men.

“You’re home early.”

“Thanks.” Nate mumbled while looking down at his phone.

He seemed just as distracted as he was yesterday. He went to work all happy in the morning, but when he came home, he went straight to his office. I only saw him for an hour yesterday for dinner, but he rushed through it and then went straight to the gym. I don’t even know what time he came back.

He must be stressed from work. He walked passed me and headed toward his office. I went into my room and hopped on my bed to continue the painting.

I don’t want to do this right now. I looked at the time and it was only 4pm. Urgh. I’m so bored. Maybe I can help him relax. Maybe I could take him out for dinner. I needed an excuse to see the city. I checked my emails. No replies. I sent my resume to over 14 companies, but I haven’t heard back. Fuck this. I slammed my laptop closed. I wanna go out.

I stormed toward Nate’s office, but delayed the knock. Intimidation spread throughout my body the longer I stared at the door.

Why am I so nervous?

I knocked, before I could even think about the answer.

“Come in.”

I opened the door and Nate was sitting at his large desk with two computer monitors on it. This was the first time I had been in his office. It was a little smaller then my room. His desk was in the center of the room, flanked by three bookshelves. There was a white couch against the other wall, and two chairs in front of his desk.

It was amazing how much he liked interior design. He took care of himself, has nice clothes and has a nice clean apartment. My brain started to overfill with stereotypical images of men who were known for being stylish, into décor and clean.

Wait.

Is Nate gay?

“What do you need?

I forgot why I was in the room.

“I was wondering. Would you wanna go out for dinner tonight?” Nate’s eyes narrowed, and I started to feel a little foolish, so I just kept talking.

“You seem a little distracted and I thought it would be a good way to de-stress and relax from work.” I started to play with a small globe he had on this shelf.

I looked at his table, which was covered with papers and reports.

“Hmmm.” He stalled. “Yea. Sure, why not.” He stacked the packets on top of each other. He was still wearing his suit, minus the jacket.

“Okay, great!” I cheered, bouncing from one foot to the other foot. Although, he still looked unhappy.

“You need to change clothes.” He eyeballed my outfit.

I was wearing my painting clothes, a long sweater that covered my butt and black leggings.

“I’ll have you know everyone on the red carpet is wearing this right now.” I giggled.

He rolled his eyes, but I at least got a faint smile. It’s been over a day since I’ve seen him smile.

“I know of a good restaurant but you need to dress up in like a casual dress or skirt. No jeans.” He firmly said.

* * *

“Are you ready?” I heard Nate yell. I looked at the time and it was already 5:30. It took me longer than I thought it would to get ready, but I wanted to look good for my first time out in Chicago.

I pulled my gray dress down trying to make it cover a little more of me. I think it’s too tight and too short. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I used to be so skinny before college.

“One sec!” I yelled back.

I quickly looked in my closet, but I couldn’t find anything casual that wasn’t pants related. I started to feel a little anxious with Nate rushing me. I probably shouldn’t be wearing this dress.

Fuck it. I’ll just wear it. I put on some black heels and pulled my hair over my shoulder. I checked myself in the mirror one more time trying to pull the dress down more.

Well, I have to work with what I’ve got. I stepped out of the door and Nate was looking down at his phone.

“About time.” He looked up; his face covered in a full sexy smile. “You clean up nicely.”

He went back to his phone with a smile. Well, I guess I look better in the dress then I thought I did. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans with a brown shirt and a black leather jacket. He looked really good.

Really good.

I caught myself checking him out for too long.

Stop it. Lillian.

I forced my head away. I had to remind myself, too often, that he was my stepbrother.

I walked toward him. “Are you looking up the restaurant?”

“I made the reservation for 6:00, but I’m following up with the owner to make sure we have a spot.”

“You know the owner?” I questioned him.

He chuckled and scratched his head. “Yeah. I’ve been going to this place for about six years with Samuel. Over the years he just started to recognize us.”

“Who’s Samuel?”

“He is my best friend from college. And we also work together.”

“Oh wow. So, you guys are kind of close.”

“Really close. He’s pretty much my brother- No. He’s more like my second Dad.” He corrected himself.

He turned around and looked at me. “You might need a jacket.”

“But it’s really nice outside. I think I’ll be fine.” He raised his eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

He guided me toward the door. I walked a little bit in front of him while he locked the door. I felt as though I was being watched, but when I looked back he was staring at his phone.

“The place is only 20 minutes away even with traffic so we’ll make our reservation. I already called the car for us so we should be fine, time wise.”

We got out of the elevator and went outside. It wasn’t too hot or chilly.

“There’s our car.” He pointed to the black luxury car in front of us.

We hopped into the car. The smell of leather was strong and comforting.

“Can you take us to the Rooftop, Kev?” Nate asked the driver.

“You know the driver?” I whispered to Nate.

“Oh, yea. He is kind of my personal driver that the company pays for. He’s my ride to and from work.”

I looked at him. “Seriously?”

I felt confused with his life style. Only a few days ago, I was eating Ramen and packing up my boxes. I barely had enough things to fill up two boxes.

“Yeah, I mean it’s not that big of a deal.”

I was too shy to ask him how much he made so I tried to play it off. “Are you that good at your job?”

“Umm, I guess. I graduated a semester earlier than I was supposed to because the company I work for now wanted to hire me straight away.”

I didn’t know that about him. Neither Mom, nor Mickey, had mentioned that.

“So, you’re a computer genius?”  

He chuckled, “Yeah, kinda. It’s easy and it just makes sense to me. In plus, my Dad got me interested with computers at a young age. When you do something for so long it becomes second nature.”

“Oh yeah, Mickey used to own a business where he used to build and repaired computers. Right?”

“Yeah. Dad was more interested with the parts of the computer, and I was more interested with the software and programming.”

“I didn’t know that. It’s sweet that you got into the same field as your Dad.” My mind went back to something he said. “Wait, so you graduated at 21?”

“Yep. And then I went back to school and got my masters the next year.” He played it off like it was nothing.

“Holy crap. I’ve accomplished nothing compared to you.” I felt a little envious of his success.

He laughed as he stretched out his arm and grabbed me from the side. Nate brought me closer to him, and I breathed in his cologne. I felt safe as I got turned on. My pussy got a little tingle as our bodies touched. I nervously laughed with him. He released me from his tight one arm hug, but still had his arm around my shoulder.

“What did you major in again?”

“Marketing and advertising.”

“Why did I think you were an art student.”

“Ha. Ha. You’re so funny. I only like to paint as a hobby. Well, if you call it a hobby since I paint the same thing every time.”

“Yeah, I saw that you are painting a quote. Is it a famous quote?”

“Hmm. Not really. It’s something my Dad used to say to me.”

I could see his expression soften. One thing Nate did know about me was that my Dad died a few days after my seventh birthday. When Mickey came into the picture I had a hard time accepting him. I didn’t like the idea that someone was replacing my Dad.

Nate didn’t say much after that. We sat in silence for the remainder of the drive. I looked out the window watching the building get smaller and watching the people on the street.

“We’re here.” Nate opened the door.

The Rooftop was a wooden square building with three levels. It was surrounded by other restaurants and bars. We walked inside and there were several people in the waiting area.

“Nathaniel. Table for two.”

The host checked for the spot in her book. “Oh, I see. Umm...we have no spots available indoors. Do you want to go on the roof? It’s just that it’s going to get really cold out there.”

He looked at me.

“Yeah, sure. It’s not that cold.” I disregarded the host’s opinion.

I saw the host roll her eyes. She was about to show us to our table when Nate held up his hand. “I know where to go. Thank you.”

I followed him to some narrow stairs just wide enough for two people.

“After you,” Nate let me pass him so I could go up the stairs first.

Okay, great.

Stairs and a tight, short dress. This is definitely not going to be a challenge. I pulled my dress as low as it could go. I took my first step and knew this was going to be tough. I kept one hand on the railing and the other hand on my skirt.

Don’t trip. Don’t flash Nate.

Don’t trip. Don’t flash Nate.

Don’t trip. Don’t flash Nate.

I felt like I was being watched again. I looked over my shoulder, but Nate was on his phone, smiling. I was just being paranoid for no reason. I looked at his phone screen, but saw nothing. His brightness was as low as it could go.

“Make a right here,” I heard Nate’s voice behind me.

Oh… More stairs. I pulled my dress down and repeated the challenge.

Did he make me go up first so he could check me out?

I quickly looked behind my shoulder to catch him in the act, but Nate was still on his phone. I think there was a part of me that wanted my stepbrother to watch me. He slowly licked his lip, and then followed it up with a bite. Damn. He’s so fucking hot. I felt my pussy pulse for Nate.

No, stop it, Lillian! I had to remind myself again. Why is it so hard to remember?

We finally got to the top of the stairs and I felt victorious for not tripping over or flashing Nate. Until, I looked over at the other side of the roof and there it was.

A.

Fucking.

Elevator.