“With who?”
“Not your business. That is his first, middle, and last name.” I smile at him. “Bye.” I wave at the screen and then hang up on him. I start the bath and drop a scoop of bubble bath in there and then snap a picture to Zane.
Me:
I’m making sure all parts of me are relaxed.
I send the picture to Zane, not sure if he’ll answer and I’m shocked when he does.
Zane:
Good. You’ll probably have to take an ice bath after I’m finished with you.
Me:
Don’t make promises you can’t keep.
Zane:
Challenge accepted.
Me:
You aren’t funny.
Zane:
Nothing funny about me fucking your brains out. Hurry back.
Me:
If I come back.
I put the phone to the side and undress, stepping into the bath, but I’m so nervous nothing about it is relaxing. I get out and dry myself off before making my way to my drawer, deciding to wear some sexy underwear. I grab the pair of black lace crotchless panties and slip them on. I bought them as a joke when I was with my mother to give her a heart attack, and now they are going to come in handy. I take out the matching bra that covers my underboob but not my nipples. Walking over, I pull off a sweater dress and slip it on, and it hits me mid-thigh. I push the sleeves up before grabbing my black sling-back high heels. A strap goes around the top of my foot with the toes open and then one strap in the back.
I turn in the mirror before going back to my bathroom and touching up my makeup, then I text him.
Me:
Should I bring my own condoms or do you have any?
He doesn’t answer me, instead the phone rings in my hand and I answer it, “Good day, sir.” I walk to the bedside table and take out the condoms, just in case.
“Hey,” his voice is soft and breathy, “I don’t have condoms.”
“Wow,” I say, not shocked, as I tuck the box in my purse. “I’m going to need you to up your game. I’m literally bringing everything to this relationship.” I smile only when I hear him chuckle.
“Are you on your way?” he asks me.
“No.” I walk out of my door. “You said one hour, and I’m obviously going to be fashionably late,” I tell him, getting into the car. “I’ll see you when I see you.”
“Okay.” He just gives in.
“Wow, you just giving in like that. You don’t even care,” I goad, and he laughs.
“Well, I want you to come over, but if you have to get ready, I’m not going to rush you.”
“You’re annoying,” I state. “Good day, sir.” I hang up. “I’ll show you,” I tell the phone on the passenger side. I stop at the grocery store picking up strawberries and some chocolate syrup. I pass on the caramel because no one needs to be that sticky.
