The phone in Katrina’s hand vibrated, shocking her out of her stupor. She glanced at the notification she had been expecting and felt her stomach turn. Headlights turned into her driveway and lit up her living room, she had been nervously preparing for tonight and wasn’t about to pussy out now that he was here. Katrina adjusted the miniskirt she’d never wear in public and strode to her front door to open it for tonight’s guest. Standing at 5’4” she wasn’t exactly going to greet him at his eyeline but her push up bra would make a noticeable statement from his perspective.
Moments later a firm knock fell on the door and Katrina opened it with a pleasant grin.
“Hi! You must be Jamison, it’s great to finally meet you. Come on in!” She ushered. He seemed slightly taken aback by her eagerness but relieved it hadn’t been Chris Hansen opening the door and stepped inside, shaking off his light coat as he did so.