6/19/2023 0 Comments Night Owl by M. PierceWhen I went out to meet him, I thought I saw his cocky smirk falter. As I studied him, he glanced at his watch, then smirked toward the house.įuck, he looked right at me! I lurched away from the blinds. He wore pale gray slacks and a crisp white dress shirt. He stood leaning against his car, looking bored. At the last minute I threw on dangly earrings and a silver bracelet. Underneath, I wore a strapless gray pushup with creamy trim and a matching thong. I unpacked a few boxes of clothes, showered and shaved, borrowed some of my sister’s perfume and makeup, and dressed in a short strapless blue dress. I spent the next hour and a half prepping. I could make sure he was real and that this was actually happening to me.Īnd maybe this time I could act like the smart, confident woman I was, not the blushing brainless mush of last night. It should have annoyed me-this wasn’t a gentlemanly invitation, it was an order-and yet I felt giddy. There is was again, that crazy sexy candor.
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