“How are you?” Cesare asked gently, sensing her nervousness.
Sabrina gave a shy laugh. “I’m looking forward to seeing you, but I have no idea what to wear.”
Cesare made an indulgent humming sound. “I’m glad you called me to ask. Where are you?” He inquired.
Sabrina blushed as the sound of his voice washed over her, staring at her almost naked reflection in the mirror. “I’m in my room.” She answered softly. “Looking through my closet. I’m trying things on in front of a mirror.”
Cesare was silent for a moment before answering in the same rumbling tone that had her rubbing her thighs together. “Are you making yourself pretty for me, Sabrina?”
Sabrina blushed. “Maybe.” She answered back, hazel eyes sparkling in the mirror.
“I like that.” He answered immediately. “Tell me what outfit makes you feel good.”
Sabrina bit her lip. “I’ll be honest. It’s been a while since I’ve done this.”
“Done what?” Cesare inquired.
“This. Dating stuff.” She gave a rueful laugh. “I’m not sure what to expect.”
Cesare made another humming sound. “How long?”
“None of your business.” Sabrina shot back with no small amount of sass.
Cesare chuckled. “Fair enough. I’m still waiting for you to tell me what outfit makes you feel good.”
Sabrina eyed a black cocktail dress she knew was flattering on her body and comfortable to wear. “A black cocktail dress. But it’s knee-length, and if we’re going somewhere formal, I should wear something floor-length.”
“You should wear whichever you like best.” He answered. “But I’ll be honest. I love the idea of choosing your outfit.”
Sabrina swallowed, feeling like she was at the threshold of something; some sort of quiet transfer of power. It felt vulnerable, but it was simultaneously heady, and it beckoned her further.
“I like the idea of you picking out what I wear.” She murmured, surprised at the realization. “But this is our first date, and I don’t want to rush it.” She answered carefully. “For now, I just need to know what to dress for. Is that okay?” Sabrina asked.
“Of course.” Cesare answered. “I’d like to keep it a surprise, but I can tell you we’ll be somewhere private and climate-controlled most of the time. We’ll be outside for a little bit but I want you to wear whatever makes you feel confident, baby.”
Sabrina’s breath caught at the wordbaby, staring in the mirror as it bounced around inside her head with other words that made her feel soft and fuzzy.
“Do you like it when I call you that?” He asked. Sabrina could hear his hunger.
“Maybe.” She whispered.
“Noted.” Cesare rumbled through the phone. “Wear your little black dress if it’s comfortable and bring a sweater just in case. We won’t be hiking, but we’ll be walking a bit. Wear comfortable shoes.”
“What about Converse?” She teased, eyeing her favorite yellow Converse sneakers peeking out from under her bed.
“I meant what I said. I want you to wear whatever makes you feel confident and comfortable. Can you do that for me, Sabrina?”
Why did his voice have to sound like molten sex?
Sabrina nodded wordlessly, then remembered he couldn’t see her. “I can do that.” She replied.
“Good girl.” He answered. “I’ll be there in forty-seven minutes.”
She looked at the phone dumbly, and hung up without another word, her head stuck on factory reset.
He had just called her agood girl. Again.
The space between her legs pulsed. She didn’t need to touch herself to know she was already wet. She pulled out the cocktail dress, deciding it didn’t matter if she didn’t own a matching set of underwear.
