Don’t try to play it off. I know you enough to know
you wouldn’t have said it if some part of you didn’t
mean it. When’s your next day off?
Emily
I’m off tonight and then againon Friday.
Atlas
Friday is four days away. I don’t want to wait that long. I’ll
pick you up at 9 PM. And Chaos, I will show up for our date,
on time. If you’re not ready when I show up, I’m taking you
anyway, no matter what you do or don’t have on. Dress
however you like. I’ll even give you my T-shirt if you want it.
The less you wear, the easier you make it for me.
Emily
Whatever.
Atlas
Stop rolling your damn eyes and be ready by nine.
Emily
How did you know I was rolling my eyes?
Atlas
Because I know you.
I left him on read. He may have guessed correctly, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I guess he wasn’t giving me a choice on him picking me up, and I trusted him enough to believe he’d keep his word. Leave it to him to joke about the freaking shirt I was wearing when I answered the door for our first date. He wanted easy access?
Fine, I’d give him easy access, and make him fucking drool in the process. I had three hours to get ready and I wanted to make this man miserable.
I take a long, hot shower, making sure to shave everything and exfoliate my skin. I wanted his hands on me, and I didn’t want him to let go once they were. The self doubt tried to drag me back down but I threw that bitch in the closet and locked the fucking door. I just wanted one day to feel confident enough that I didn’t try to ruin everything.
I exit the shower and blow dry my hair. I leave it down, the natural waves reach a little further than the center of my back. Exiting the bathroom I dig in my dresser looking for the perfect thing when my hands close around a matching red lace bra and panties set. Just what I was looking for.
I pair the matching set with red fishnets and my red converse. Tucking my knife into my red thong, I clip it into place. I put on a light layer of makeup, nothing special– eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. Then I wait for him on the couch. If he wanted to joke about giving me his t-shirt I’d answer the door in nothing but fishnets and lingerie and take him up on that offer.
There’s a knock at the door and I practically prance to answer it. After checking to make sure it’s Atlas, I throw the door open and walk back towards the living room. Looking back over my shoulder I catch him staring at my ass, but he hasn’t moved from his spot.
“Do you plan on coming inside or are you going to stand there all night?”
“Shit, uh yeah my bad.”
His eyes never leave me as he walks in and slams the door behind him. “Is that all you’re wearing? Pretty sure I said I was going to take you even if you were not ready.”
“Yeah. I know what you said. I also remember you mentioning I could wear your shirt if I wanted to. Or was that a lie?”
