I turn around and give her a wink, tipping my hat. “I’m getting there, don’t you worry.” I yell back with a smile on my face.
“You know,” Ian says, sliding up next to me. “I’ve never noticed it before, but do you know where Jade is from?”
“I’m assuming she’s from Vancouver. That’s where Sarah went to school. Why?” I narrow my eyes, wondering why he wants to know.
“No reason. She just looks familiar and I can’t place why.”
I relax a little, knowing it’s not because he’s interested in her like that. “She’s only been here four years and it’s not like you ever leave, so I’m not sure how she’d look familiar to you.”
“You got a point.” He shrugs.
“Just so we’re clear, I call dibs.”
Ian tips his head back laughing and slaps my shoulder. “Don’t worry, lover boy. She’s all yours.”
It’s Tuesday, and so far the day has been great. Weston came in as usual, and when he told me the cupcakes on display were almost as pretty as me, I could feel myself blushing. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, so when Sarah was in the bathroom, I hid a box of cookies to use as an excuse to take leftovers to the station, just to get a chance to see him again. I don’t want to jump too fast, but I do think I’m ready to explore the possibility of something with him. Sarah’s right. It’s time I let someone in, and there’s something about West that pulls me in.
Tonight is my date with Mrs. Ira’s nephew, so I guess that’s a step in the right direction to getting myself out there. I can only hope he’s much nicer in person than his photo appeared, however, I’m not holding out.
“I need to get laid.” Sarah sighs next to me, pulling out her phone.
“You were just with Davis on the weekend.” I remind her.
“I didn’t bring him home.”
“Of course,” I tease her, playfully.
“Are you excited for your date tonight?”
I sigh. “Not really. He looked like he hates the world, and plus, I don’t even know what to wear. I have nothing date worthy. Especially not for a date with a lawyer.”
“What time is he picking you up? I can bring over a few things for you to try.” Sarah’s eyes light up at the thought of dressing me up, and I let out a groan.
“He’s picking me up at 7. And fine. But nothing sexy. Please, Sarah, I beg you, do not make me look like a hooker,” I plead.
“Are you saying I dress like a hooker?” She scowls, and I giggle.
“No, but your dresses are not made for someone with a bust or hips like mine. I’m not sure I can pull them off as well as you.”
“Pfft. I got the perfect dress for you. Your tits will look fantastic,” she sings.
“I mean it, Sarah.”
“Trust me, babe. I got you.” She smacks my ass, and I groan internally, thinking about the mess I’ve just gotten myself into.
“Are you sure I look okay?” I pull at the fabric that’s stretched around my middle, afraid the dress is too tight. At least I don’t look like a hooker, though.
“Jade, trust me, babe. If I didn’t love cock so much, I’d be doing you right now. You look hot.”
I check myself out in the bedroom mirror, running my hands along my hips and second guessing this. Sarah’s right. I do look hot. But I’m worried this will give him the wrong impression for tonight. I may be ready to date, but nothing more.
The dress is a black bodycon that hits mid-thigh with a slit up one leg and a halter that leaves my back open and exposed. My hair is curled and in a low pony at the nape of my neck, and I’vegot tiny gold hoops in my ears. To complete the look, my shoes are a strappy black heel with a few gold rhinestones.
“Here, let me spritz you.” Sarah walks in front of me, spraying my favourite perfume, when the doorbell rings.
I swallow down my nerves and reach for my clutch, taking one last look in the mirror.
“You got this, babe. Now go!” Sarah pushes me out of the room just as the doorbell rings again.
