I’ve been at it all afternoon, exfoliating my entire body, plucking every last hair that doesn’t belong on me, and moisturizing every inch of my skin. I’m smooth like a dolphin, and Lex better appreciate that when we end up in his bed later tonight.
My arms are starting to hurt when my hairfinallydoes something good. I quickly grab a pin from my lips, shove it in there, and then dothe same with the second pin. I use four more to ensure this won’t completely fall apart an hour in, and then I twist around to look at my handiwork. Loose strands frame my face, and the rest of my hair is gathered in an organized mess that makes it seem longer than it really is. This looks so good, and I’m proud I did it without my roommate’s help.
There’s a pair of gold hoops waiting on my small vanity, so I put them on, as well as two matching bracelets and three rings. Then I check myself in the mirror again, wondering if I can improve anything else.
I definitely look better than I usually do. This red dress called to me when I went to find the perfect outfit on Thursday afternoon—after Lex dropped me off at my place when we returned. Although I sent a picture to Kate from the fitting room, I bought it even before I received her enthusiastic approval.
It’s a poppy red dress with a corseted upper half and a flowy circle skirt that goes to mid-thigh. But the main event is what’s beneath. Because it has thick straps over my shoulders, I was able to wear the prettiest lingerie ensemble from my shopping spree at Victoria’s Secret months ago. It’s provocative as hell, but it also looks cute, which is the perfect combo to get fucked into oblivion.
Or so Kate says.
I also bought a pair of elegant ankle boots with her approval, which are very comfortable despite the almost two-inch heels. They go very well with the black faux leather jacket I added to the fit.
My phone buzzes again, and my heart goes into a frenzy like earlier. Fuck, why am I so nervous?! We’ve had at least a dozen of what could be considered dates. And we’re amazing at it.
It’s Mason again, and I grimace at his new text.
Mace the Menace
Wait, is it a date? Are you going on a date and you didn’t tell me nothing?
Me
If I say yes, will you stop harassing me about Tiki Tiki Bang Bang?
Mace the Menace
GIRL! GIIIIIRRRLL???
WHERE?
WITH WHOM?
Do you want me to come spy from a corner to protect you if he’s a creep?
Me
This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. And don’t pretend it’s to protect me and not because you’re dying to get some tea.
Mace the Menace
See, this hurts my feelings. I’m only thinking of you, boo.
Me
If you stop texting me and let me finish getting ready, I’ll tell you how it went on Monday. If not, you get nothing.
I wait for a few seconds, but when nothing comes even though he saw my text, I know I won.
The doorbell rings when I’m in the bathroom, wondering if I should wear some lipstick or stay like this. I’m already very red with the dress, and I fully intend on making out with Lex at some point tonight, so I decide against it. Ignoring my racing heart, I rush out and return to my room to grab my golden clutch. Tami handles the door as I give myself one last check, front and back.
Well, this is as good as it’ll ever get, so let’s fucking go!
Lex is by the hallway when I come out, holding a massive bouquet of red roses. He is absolutely stunning, despite looking about as nervous as I feel. He has a dark suit on but with a wool turtleneck instead of his usual button-down shirt. But that’s not the best thing about him. No, he went to the barber today, and his hair looks neat and perfect, just like his impeccably trimmed beard.
I want this man’s babies. Ten of them. Right the fuck now.
As Tami passes between us, she gives me a discreet wink before disappearing into her room.
