The knock at my door made me jump. I wasn’t expecting it so soon! I was still getting ready, brushing the last frizz out of my hair and making sure my mascara didn’t clump.
“Just a minute!” I yelled, hoping that I could finish quickly. David had agreed to a neighbor dinner while Megan was out of town. I was honestly surprised. She was usually so territorial. I thought it would take multiple attempts to get him over here, but it was my lucky day apparently.
Finishing up, I took a few steps back from the mirror to give myself one last look over.
I had gone with comfy, yet sensual look. Black yoga pants – ones that made my ass look delicious – and an orange knit turtleneck sweater just big enough to not give everything away, but tight enough that it hugged and accentuated my breasts.
My hair I had up in a ponytail, I knew Megan wore it that way so I tried to mirror it, in hopes some mind games would help speed things up. I had done some make up, enough to look presentable, but not a full face. We weren’t at a Michelin starred restaurant after all.