“Great. When are you free?” he asked.
“You can pick me up here tomorrow at 6, and don't be late,” she told him.
“Great. I'll see you then, Beautiful,” he replied, knocking lightly on the glass.
He whistled as he left. He had a date he had to go home and plan.?
Sorcha
Sorcha watched him go, and once again, she enjoyed the view. He had a nice ass. Then it hit her what she'd done. She'd agreed to a date with him. Scrambling for her phone, she sent a quick text to Acadia, her employee.
Me:Hey, Acadia, I need you to close the shop for me tomorrow. I have a date!
A:Way to go boss lady! No problem. What time do you need me there?
Me:Um, let's do 5:30 to give me time to get ready
A:Will do. See you then!
Sorcha looked at her phone and knew she needed to share it with her best friend, Zaine. They shared everything. Or almost everything. He had no idea she wished they were more than friends.
Me:You'll never guess what your girl is doing tomorrow!
Hotstuff:Ohhh, this sounds intriguing! Do tell!
Me:I have a date with a very hot guy
Hotstuff:Hot, you say? Oo la la. Tell me about him
Me:His name is Finley. He has shoulder-length black hair, chocolate brown eyes, a strong aristocratic nose, and a finely chiseled jaw
Hotstuff:Long hair is your kryptonite. How'd you meet him, and when do I get to meet him to make sure he's good enough for you?
Sorcha rolled her eyes. Zaine had been looking out for her for years.
Me:He came into the bakery for a karma spell and then showed up here at The Wicked Owl. As for when you get to meet him, we’ll see how the date goes first
Hotstuff:Aw, you're no fun. I was hoping you'd say tomorrow
Three dots appeared, indicating he was typing again, and she waited to see what he had to say.
Hotstuff:Just be careful, Angel. I don't want to see you get hurt
Me:Don't worry, if he tries anything I don't like, I'll hex his ass
Hotstuff:That's not the kind of hurting I meant, but good to know. You should come by the club after you close up, it's jumping, and I have a new DJ who really knows her shit
Me:A female DJ? Cool! Maybe I will. Hell, who am I kidding? A chance to see one of the most important people in my life AND listen to good music? You know I'll be there!
Hotstuff:See you in a bit then, Angel
She wasn't sure when Zaine had started calling her Angel, but it always made her feel warm all over when he did.
Me:See you in an hour
She set about getting the shop ready for closing. Once it was time, she locked the door, scooped up her pet owl, Zen, who sometimes went with her to the bakery as well, and carried him upstairs to her apartment. She lived in a converted apartment over her shop. It was convenient.
Depositing Zen in his cage, which took up one whole wall of her apartment, she went to her bedroom and changed into tight black jeans, a red corset top, and her knee-high boots. A touch-up on her eyeliner and lipstick and she was done. She went out the side entrance to her apartment, locked the door, and she was on her way to Club Prophecy.
