She grins and puts it back.
I stop on the hanger of a white Cami, but in the end, it looks more like something a bride would wear.
Carmen holds up another. “You’ll have his heart racing with this number.”
It’s a black lace bodysuit, and I study it seriously, because it’s not bad.
“How could he turn this down?” she prompts.
She’s right. It’s everything and more that I’ve been looking for. It’s sexy, but in a classy way, not trashy.
“Pair it with stockings and a satin robe or even worn on its own. Come on, this is not going to let you down.”
“I do like it.”
She shoves it at me and turns me toward the dressing room. “Go. Try it on.”
When I do, I love it.
“How does it look?” Carmen says from the other side of the door. “Let me see.”
I crack the door, and her mouth drops open.
“Oh, Luisa. That is hot, and you look incredible in it. It’s totally you. Sexy as hell, but still high-class.”
I look at the price. “Oh my God, it’s almost a hundred dollars.”
“And worth every penny. Come on. You’re young and beautiful. You need to show it off.”
“I don’t know.”
“You deserve this. This is your summer to live a little. You’re only young once, kid.”
“All right. I’m going to get it.”
At five o’clock, I key the door to the little rental house and carry in two paper bags of groceries.
Blue texted me he won’t be here until six, so I’ve got time to get dinner going. I picked out the ingredients for the one mealI make the best. Carne Asada street tacos and even brought my special salsas from home.
After grilling the steak, I keep it and the tortillas warming in the oven until Blue arrives. Once he gets here, it will be a quick meal to assemble with some onion, cilantro and a squeeze of lime. And two salsas, a green and a red, because I don’t know his favorite.
With a glance at the clock, I hurry into the bathroom to change.
I’m just running a brush through my hair and spritzing some perfume when I hear that familiar rumble of his Harley roll up. The reflection in the mirror is like looking at another person. Who is this sexy woman who looks years older than I am?
And then the front door opens.
“Luisa? You here? Somethin’ smells good.”
I step out and into the bedroom just as he comes through the doorway. When his eyes sweep mine, he comes to a dead stop and says nothing, which makes me all kinds of nervous.
I suck my lips into my mouth, thinking maybe it’s too much. Maybe this isn’t what he wants from me. Maybe he likes my shy, naïve qualities. Maybe this is what he got from all the other women he’s known.
“Is it too much?” I whisper.
“You’re gorgeous. You take my breath, angel. C’mere.”
I walk to him, and he meets me halfway across the room, lifting me up and kissing me.
