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That makes me laugh. “I’ll make sure to take it off before we commence with the sex.”
“Please do. Anyway, I should go. I told Nick I would meet him uptown to help him pick out a couch and chair.”
“Redecorating, is he?” I ask.
“He still hasn’t bought anything since he and Collette split. She took everything they bought together, which is funny considering he paid for it to begin with.” You can hear the slight annoyance and disdain in her voice as she speaks of her boss’s ex-girlfriend.
“What a twatwaffle,” I offer, feeling the need to defend Dr. Nick.
“That she is. Anyway, I’ll let you get ready. Good luck tonight,” Meghan says warmly.
“Thanks. I just hope I don’t make a complete idiot of myself.”
“You probably will,” Meghan instigates in true little sister fashion, which makes me laugh again.
“Bye, brat.”
“Love you,” she answers with a smile.
“Love you, too.”
After hanging up, I set out to get ready for my date. Even though Sawyer took sex off the table, I still jump in the shower and wash and shave all of my bits and pieces, making sure everything from my armpits to my legs (and even my bikini area) is completely hairless and velvety smooth.
I spend extra time on my hair, adding some loose curls to my long, brown mane. Deciding to go a little sexier on my eyes, I opt for the smoky look with charcoal shadows and slate liner. When it’s flawless, I declare myself done with hair and makeup and slip back into my room to get my dress.
The hem of the sleeveless green satin dress hits right at my knee and molds seductively to the subtle curves of my waist. I’m fortunate enough to get my figure from my mom, complete with larger chest and understated hourglass figure.
I slip my feet into my gold ballet flats and grab my black wristlet, making sure it has my house key, identification, and cash secured inside. After a quick spritz of perfume on my neck and wrists, I head to the living room to wait for my date. My nerves are at an all-time high as I watch the clock slowly drag its way to six o’clock.
Two minutes before, I hear a car pull into my driveway. My pacing stalls as realization sets in. I’m about to go on a date with Sawyer Randall. The Sawyer Randall. My hands tremble a little, a combination of anxiety and excitement.
A knock sounds on my door, and I head in that direction.
This is it.
Taking several deep breaths to calm myself, I grip the doorknob and give it a turn.
It’s go time.
