Izzy woke up earlier than usual.
She showered, did her hair, and stood in front of her open wardrobe, stressing.
“A dress… but which one?” she muttered.
She finally picked a simple fitted black dress that hugged her body but didn’t scream “sex.”
Then she remembered what Dominic said.
She took off her underwear. No bra, no panties.
Her whole body felt hot, nervous, exposed, even though she was still alone.
Her phone buzzed.
Dominic:
Be ready in 20 minutes. I’m coming to pick you up.
Izzy’s stomach flipped. She grabbed her bag and paced around her apartment until she heard a soft honk outside.
She stepped out and saw his black car parked.
Dominic was leaning against the car door, wearing a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly good.
When he saw her, his eyes moved slow
