Name: Poppy Williams
DOB: September 20, 1987
Blood type: Unknown
Weight: 180 pounds
Height: Five foot three
Living relatives: Pixie Williams (sister)
Parents: Deceased
Children: None
Medical conditions: None known
School history: HS diploma and college BS
Own or rent your home: Rent
Allergies: Seasonal and cats
Medications: Birth control, vitamins, and OTC allergy medication
Number of previous sexual partners: Two
Date of last sexual encounter: Six months ago
Last medical exam: Six months ago
After filling out the first portion, Poppy rolled hershoulders and dropped her head back. “Pixie is going to fucking kill me.”
Chapter Six
Poppy awoke the next morning thankful that she didn’t have aday job to go in to, considering she’d slept like ass. Cracking her neck toloosen the knotted muscles, she looked at the papers next to her bed. Aftershe’d tried to fall asleep for the second time, she’d given up and reached forher vibrator. Her “pocket rocket” had been her best friend lately and the onlyoutlet for sexual release she’d had in six months. Picturing the warrior fromthe press conference, Poppy had no problem going off like a rocket alone in herbed. In fact, she could have gone another round if she hadn’t been so damntired.
After tucking her little friend away in the nightstand,she’d stared at the papers resting on the tabletop until she’d fallen asleep. Poppy’sdreams had been riddled with thoughts of aliens and the man she’d seenyesterday.
Deciding she’d stretched enough, Poppy crawled out of bedand glanced around her room. Her apartment was small and plain and thatincluded the bedroom where she stood. Her furniture had seen better days andwas the stuff college kids bought until they got “real jobs”. Poppy’s problemwas that she’d never gotten a real job. Particleboard was the material ofchoice at her place.
Kicking a T-shirt on the floor out of her way, Poppy musedout loud, “I’m really going to do this.”
She decided she might as well get it over with and dialedPixie.
“Hello?” Shuffling papers accompanied Pixie’s greeting.
“Hey, Pix. Do you think you can come over tonight?”
“I should be able to. What’s wrong?” “Big Sister” modeseemed to be second nature to Pixie.
“I need your help filling out an application.” Hoping Pixiewould assume Poppy had found something in the classifieds, she left it at that.
“Sure. Want me to bring dinner? I can order whatever thespecial is from the restaurant and head over straight from work.”
“Sounds good. Text me when you’re on your way.” Hanging upquickly before Pixie could ask any questions, Poppy decided to get showered.Then she planned on getting as much of the application filled out as she couldbefore her sister came over later.
By six o’clock that night, Poppy was on pins and needles.Pixie had messaged saying she was on her way and Poppy set out the paperwork onthe kitchen table. A majority of it had been easy to do herself. She had comeacross some problems when needing to answer family medical history though,which was where Pixie would come in handy.
Poppy’s phone buzzed, signaling a text message had arrived.“I parked. Need you to open door. Hands full.”
She smiled, knowing Pixie had probably ordered them a feast.When her stomach growled, Poppy realized she’d been so keyed up all day she’dforgotten to eat a meal and just snacked on a granola bar and some fruit. Nowonder she was so hungry.
Opening the door to see Pixie making her way up the stairs,she yelled out, “Faster, bish! I’m starving here!” Laughing when her sistertried to give her the finger while holding food bags, Poppy opened the doorwider to let her sister pass.
“God that smells good. What did you bring me?”
“I got a couple orders of lasagna and some salads…along withtiramisu.”
“Do you have anything to drink?” Pixie asked as Poppy openedthe takeout containers and dished up their food.
“I should still have some cider in the fridge. Get us each abottle.” Poppy put their plates on the small bistro table that they ate at andmoved the paperwork sitting on the table closer to her plate.
Pixie sat down in the other chair and the women dug in totheir food as if they hadn’t eaten in years. Between mouthfuls of cheese andsauce, Poppy mumbled, “Your restaurant has the best food ever.”
“I know. I’ve gotten a little sick of it though. I try toonly eat there once a week now. Plus, my ass was getting mad at me every time Iate there. I think I’ve gained twenty pounds since I started that job.”
Poppy rolled her eyes at Pixie. “You weigh less than I do,and your ass is fine.”
Watching Pixie fiddle with her fork, Poppy had a feelingthat something was wrong.
“What’s up, sis?”
“I don’t know. It seems that since I gained a little bit ofweight…” Pixie stopped when tears filled her eyes.
“What?” Reaching across the tiny table, Poppy gripped hersister’s hand.
“Brian doesn’t seem too frisky lately, that’s all.” Rubbingher nose, which was now running, Pixie looked everywhere but at Poppy. “Andhe’s been working all the time. Do you think he’s avoiding me?”
Poppy squeezed the hand she was holding and smiled at hersister. “Don’t be an idiot. Brian loves you and I’m sure he’s just been reallybusy at work lately.” Shrugging, she went on, “If it really bothers you,though, you need to talk to him about it.”
“You’re right.” Gathering up their empty plates, Pixie gavePoppy an affectionate shoulder bump as she walked by. “Where’s the applicationyou needed help with?”
Poppy took the last gulp of cider from her bottle anddecided now was the time to pretend she had balls. Big balls.
“Well…first I want to let you know that I’ve thought aboutthis a lot,” Poppy started.
Pixie stopped what she was doing and turned her attention toPoppy. Eyebrow raised in question, Pixie waited.
"And I’ve decided to apply for the Bridal Pact.” Thewords rushed out of Poppy’s mouth so fast they slurred together.
“I can’t believe you’re actually going to do this!” Pixieyelled.
“Okay, Pix, calm down. I’ve thought this over for a while,and it makes sense.” Holding up her fingers to tick off her points, Poppy beganher prepared speech. “I have no job. I have a shitty apartment.
