“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Brooke mocks. “Where are you going all dressed up?”
“Out.” I don’t have time or energy for her snark. Just a few more weeks and I’ll be free of her.
“Are you sure you want to wear that ugly dress? Can it be any tighter?”
Ignore her, ignore her, ignore her. Just then there’s another knock on the door. Brooke moves so fast I don’t have a chance to get to the door first. She pulls it open, revealing the hottest man in the universe. He’s wearing snug, dark denim jeans, a blue button-down shirt, and a gray sport jacket––no tie. I kind of wish he had a tie. Just then, I see the tie in his hand. I wonder if he’s trying to decide whether to wear it or not. His hair looks wavy tonight and maybe a bit too long, but I like it. He’s clean-shaven, and I just bet he smells like heaven. He has such a beautiful face with his clear blue eyes, strong jaw, and nose. But his mouth is the best part. His lips are full, and the top lip has that sweet cupid's bow. I realize I’m staring, so I look at Brooke who’s standing with her arms crossed and her hips jutting to the side like she’s ready to say something evil. Her outfit is especially small tonight as well––only teeny tiny shorts and an equally tiny tank top.
She practically purrs, “Hiiiii, Alex!”
Alex doesn’t even see her. His eyes find mine, and he smiles. His gaze travels from my eyes, pauses on my mouth, and then continues downward. When they reach my breasts, his eyes get huge and his smile turns to something else. Shock? Or does he just hate my dress?
“Jesus, Pixie. What are you wearing?”
Oh, he hates it. Maybe the Evil One is right.
“It’s super tight, isn’t it?” Brooke announces. “I told her she’d better go change. It looks ridiculous.”
Once again Alex ignores Brooke and strides toward me. He stops directly in front of me and places his hands on my hips. My eyes tingle, tears beginning to find their way to the surface. I close them tight, fighting for control.My dress is too tight. Which means it’s not appropriate for my date, and Alex doesn’t like it.
“Pixie, baby, you look beautiful. I’m speechless. You look like a wet dream,” he whispers in my ear.
“A wet dream?” I whisper back.
Just then I hear Brooke scoff. God, I’m so sick of her.
“I think we need to skip dinner and head back to my place so I can really get a look at you,” he says, smiling.
I smile back. He likes it. “Alex.”
“I know, I know, later. Let’s get going.”
Alex takes my hand and leads the way out the door. Before I shut the door, I turn to see the look on Brooke’s face. It’s the same ugly look I get every day. I shrug and smile at her. That’s all I can do.
When we reach an enormous black pickup in the lot adjacent to our dorm, I exclaim, “Wow. That’s a big truck!”
“I’m a big guy. I need room to spread out in there. Plus, I love trucks. They make me feel tough,” he says, laughing.
“You don’t need a truck for that.”
Instead of responding, he leans down and kisses my lipssoftly; then he runs his finger over the top of my chest––it’s bulging out of my dress.
“Thank you,” he says.
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for the compliment and thank you, thank you, thank you for wearing that dress. I’m going to remember you in this dress for the rest of my life,” he says, still running his fingertip over the top of my breasts.
His touch makes my breathing speed up. How can this one little action turn me into a shivering mess? Those shivers reach all the way down to lady land again.
“Shall we go?” I ask.
“Sure. But first, can you help me with my tie? I can never tie these things.”
My dad taught me how to do this years ago. I was always fascinated with all of the flips and folds that he did when he was getting ready for work.
“You’re going to have to bend down or something.”
Alex bends down so I can wrap the silk around his neck. There is something so intimate about tying a man’s tie. I’m standing close enough to feel his breath on my face. His scent is all around me. When my fingers touch his neck, I’ve got the urge to pull him closer.
