“Oh—sorry.” She flinched. “Yeah, I guess I should appreciate what I have.”
Lola left and I checked through my emails just to be on the safe side. It was unlikely that I was going to get anything over the weekend from the companies I applied to. I went to a local job listing website and copied the information for a few possible options. None of them were in my field of study and they didn’t pay more than minimum wage, but it the bottom of the barrel was better than starvation.
Lola wouldn’t throw me out, but she couldn’t pay for everything on her own. Every time we had a bill due, the savings I built up over the years took another hit. If I had realized it was going to be so difficult, I would have never quit the retail job I had while I was in school. It made sense at the time because I had some money saved up and wanted to focus on finding a job, but even that tiny paycheck would have been better than nothing.
I really have no idea what I should wear. I guess I need to text Cain and ask…
Chloe: Do I need to find another pair of heels before our date tonight?
Cain: Tonight? I’m picking you up at noon.
Chloe: Noon!? I haven’t even showered!
Cain: Better hurry then.
Chloe: You still haven’t told me if I need heels!
Cain: Nah. I’m wearing tennis shoes.
Chloe: So… It’s casual? Jeans?
Cain: I’m going with a t-shirt and jeans.
Chloe: Okay. I’ll see you soon!
Thank goodness I asked when I did.
I put down my laptop and headed to the bathroom so I could shower. A slight smile crossed my face when I started washing my inner thighs and remembered what I did before I fell asleep the night before. It was self-indulgence, and not what my body really craved, but the substitute would have to do until we took thing to the next level.
It was still strange to be thinking about that, especially with someone I just met, but I knew what I wanted. I never fully understood why it wasn’t right with other guys, but at least that gave me a baseline for what I felt when I was with Cain. Without the bad experiences, I wouldn’t have truly known how incredible he was.
I wonder where he’s taking me on our date. Noon on a Sunday—I guess we aren’t going to church.
I finished my shower, dried off, and walked to my bedroom so I could pick out some clothes. I grabbed my best pair of jeans and a t-shirt with my college logo on it. I liked the idea of a casual date. Our first date was so formal—not that our best attire was necessary for the bar and grill we ended up at. I went from feeling like the most underdressed woman in the room at The Hawthorne to the most overdressed once we found a place that suited our tastes.
Okay, I’m making good time. Once I do my hair and makeup, I’ll have some time to relax before he picks me up.
I wished I had Lola with her attention to detail when it came to cosmetics, but my best would have to do. It wasn’t perfect by any means once I was done, but I did look presentable enough to leave the apartment. I walked back into the living room, picked up my laptop, and decided to waste the rest of the time I had on social media. It had been a while since I even posted a status update, much less a picture.
Wait, I have an email. Holy shit!
I saw the email icon at the bottom of my screen and when I flipped over to see an email that made me forget to breathe for a moment. It was from someone at Cardinal Advertising, which was one of the companies I had submitted my resume to—hoping for a job in their marketing department. I nervously opened it and my jaw fell open.
They want to interview me! Oh my god!
I quickly typed out a reply, letting them know that I was still interested in the position, and would love to be interviewed. I read over the email to make sure it was perfect, and then sent it. Cardinal Advertising was one of my long shots. They weren’t even hiring when I sent in my resume, but I still took a chance—one that seemed to have paid off before any of the other companies reached out to me.
A date with an amazing man and now I might land my dream job. Maybe things are looking up after all…
