For a confident woman, I was indecisive. Freshly showered with my hair styled into long curls hanging onto my back and dressed in the black Sinful Threads dress, the stockings, and shoes, I'd put on and taken off the damn thong about eight times.
Sterling pushed me, and I wanted to push back.
And then my decision would waver. Touching up my lipstick, my hand trembled. I was as nervous as I'd ever been on a first date.
You're being silly, I told myself. Yet it didn't ease the full-blown case of nerves.
What was I afraid of?
That he wouldn't like me?
That he'd not call tomorrow or the next day?
Taking a deep breath and staring at myself in the mirror, I reached for the thong now on the vanity counter. I was due at the front door in only a few minutes. I needed to decide once and f
