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“Friday,” I answered. “But I’m not going.” She blinked at me with puppy dog eyes, and I groaned. I could already feel my resistance slipping away.
“Do this for me. Please? He works far too much and needs a night out with a pretty girl like you,” she pleaded.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fine. One date.”
She let out a loud whoop and motioned for the bartender. “Two more!” He grinned and whipped up the shots before sliding them over. “Drink up. I’ll make sure you get home safe.”
“Do you want me to remember this or not?” I slurred.
She held up her phone with a wink. “Don’t worry, I’ll send you the details.”
And she had. Osaka Nights, the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in the city. It was a Japanese fusion restaurant, so at least I could have some high-end sushi to get me through if the date tanked. Which was awesome because sushi was my favorite food… Maybe I’d told her that the other night? Honestly, I couldn’t fully remember.
The restaurant was gorgeous. The dark wooden tables and chairs were surrounded by colorful dividers that gave you privacy from the other patrons. They had a few rooms with the traditional shoji sliding doors for even more exclusivity. Everything screamed money—the art, the fabric covering the chairs, even the dishes. It wasn’t the typical place I would go which meant deciding on my makeup and outfit was even harder.
A soft knock sounded on my door before Eliza pushed it open. Her eyes went wide at the disarray in my room, clothes and shoes lining the bed and dresser, some falling to the floor. I winced when I realized how bad it had gotten. My room was typically clean to a fault, everything in perfect, spotless order. This mess wasn’t me.
“Okay, so we’re having a crisis. Do I need to get alcohol, weed, or a snack?” she mused.
“None of the above. Sit your ass down on my bed and help me pick an outfit,” I begged.
“Damn, this must be nuts if you’re breaking down and asking for help. Are you sure you want to go?” she asked, concerned now. I waved a hand at my laptop screen, and she raised an eyebrow at the gallery of photos. “Okay, that’s fancy as hell. This blind date must be with a fucking billionaire or something. Get it, girl.”
“So not helping,” I laughed. But having her here was calming me a bit more. My face was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I grabbed a magazine to fan myself.
“Did you call the clinic?” she asked. Great, now she was even more worried about me.
“I left a message,” I promised. “I’ll call again on Monday if they don’t call back. It’s a big city, so I’m sure they’re busy.”
“Okay, then let's start with your top three outfits.” That gave me a purpose, and I was soon sweeping around my room, grabbing the ones that stood out the most. She stared at them while I cleaned up the rest of my stuff. Now that she’d pointed it out, it was bugging me.
It wasn’t that I was nervous about the date itself. I was a confident omega, and the fact that it didn’t have to go anywhere else after tonight took care of any worry that might have popped up. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t stand out in the wrong way. After the awkward stares in that corset, I wanted to make sure I fit the standard a bit better this time. Plus, a girl needed to tease an alpha now and then.
“This one, definitely,” she finally concluded. I knew she’d purposefully taken long enough for my room to get back to normal. My besties knew me far too well.
The dress she held out was one of my favorites. The bodice and skirt were made of black velvet. The back was corset-style, which helped make my boobs look amazing when I wore it. The entire bottom was lined in a delicate lace that matched the off-the-shoulder short sleeves. It came with matching lace gloves that wrapped from my wrist up to just past my elbow. Of course, it was solid black. It was a mix of goth and class, so it was the perfect mix for the date.
“You’re a genius,” I said as I blew her a kiss. She laughed at my change in mood and stood from the bed.
“I’m glad you’re bouncing back. I’d go for the black booties,” she said as she left me to finish getting ready. I grabbed the pair she’d chosen and slipped them on, staring at myself in the full-length mirror. I couldn’t help but smile. I felt sexy and powerful now, two things that would definitely make this date easier.
I put on my usual dark makeup and black lipstick, though I made sure it was a bit more well-done tonight than my toned-down work version. I played up the smoky eye and added a hint of dark red to the black lipstick to make it stand out, then applied a bit of liner on my eyebrows. With a critical eye, I looked over my makeup, making sure everything was blended and in place before using setting spray to finish it all off.
Just as I finished brushing my hair, my phone dinged.Who would be texting me now?I hurried over to my desk to check it. Valentina’s name popped up on the screen, making me grin.
Valentina:Tell me you’re not chickening out!
Hazel:Oh, I’ve already skipped town. It was nice knowing you.
Valentina:Ha. Ha.
She got my sarcasm so well. Knowing she was just making sure I wasn’t going to ghost her nephew, I took a quick mirror selfie to show off my outfit. It had barely loaded before she replied.
Valentina:Holy shit, you’re gorgeous.
Valentina:Every man in that place is going to be begging to sweep you away.
Valentina:Strike that, every person, women included. I remember how you flirted.
