Nick slowly walked into the room, somehow not surprised that the music was playing or that she was standing in the middle of the room with nothing more than a pink nightie on. His eyes traveled over and he recalled telling her once that that was his favorite color and his favorite nightie on her, but he felt now that the color mad her look sick. But, he could think of one female where that would have looked amazing.
“You’re late.”
“No, I’m not Terri. You weren’t even supposed to go tonight. You said you weren’t feeling good. And on top of that I told you that you weren’t invited to the dinner. And you really just like to make up your own rules or something?” He started unbuttoning his shirt, slipping both his jacket and his shirt off, laying them on the back of the couch.
“Nick,
