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I’m glad you like it, Little Who.
Me
Would you like to come over for dinner again tonight?
Bossy Caveman
I wouldn’t miss it for the world, but I’ll bring pizza for dinner. What time do you want me?
Me
Pizza sounds great. Make sure to get extra Canadian bacon, please. See you at eight.
Bossy Caveman
See you then, Little Who.
I spendthe rest of the afternoon trying to come up with a way to both let him know I’m ready to speed things up and to thank him for my thoughtful gift. I’m about to give up and ask my sisters for help when a light bulb goes off over my head.
It’s ten minutes to close, so I hurry through the lingerie section, looking for the perfect accessory to my plan. Since the store is empty except for me and Letty, I pay for my purchase and head out the door five minutes early.
“I’m not going to tell Jazzy you bought the leopard print string bikini we’ve all been eyeing,” my sister calls to me as I grab my purse and bag.
“You’re the bestest ever.”
“So true.”
“And the most modest, too.”
“True again.”
I roll my eyes at her before rushing out to my little red car.
As I drive through town, I make a mental list of everything I need to do before Slade comes over.
Roger watches me as I rush around like a chicken with its head cut off. I have just enough time for a quick shower, so I pull my hair up and hop in.
As the warm water runs over my skin, I fantasize about everything I’m hoping Slade will be doing to me in a little while.
I pull on the teeny tiny string bikini top and fight to position the little triangles over my nipples before slipping on the thong bottoms.
I glance at myself in the mirror. “This is definitely an ‘inside only’ outfit,” I tell Roger as he sits on my bed licking his paws.
At ten ‘til eight, I bribe Roger with a new catnip toy, hoping he’ll stay in his cat tree in the guest bedroom. He’s like having a child. I would’ve asked Jazzy to cat-sit, but my older sister would’ve instantly known the reason I was asking, and I didn’t want to deal with her questions.
Once I have my cat settled, I race around the living room lighting candles.
When I hear his truck pull into the driveway, I sit back on the sofa and wait to make my move.
He rings the doorbell, and I take a deep breath before calling out, “Come in.”
Slade strolls in and comes to a dead stop. His dark eyes roam all over me, and I swear it feels like little fingers lightly touching my skin.
“I hope this fucking means what I think it does.” He points around the room.
“Jungle.” The word echoes around the room as he smirks at me and turns to place the pizza on the side table.
“Are you sure?” He stares at me, waiting for my answer.
