Back at her apartment, Lori stared into her closet in a panic, while she fluffed her hair to speed the drying process and gnawed on her lower lip. What on Earth was she supposed to wear? She had no idea what sort of a dinner Eric had planned.
Standing there in her towel, she had a sudden, terrible thought. She'd never told Eric where she lived. How was he supposed to pick her up? Maybe he hadn't been serious about this date idea after all. After worrying about that for a moment, she managed to reassure herself. Eric certainly hadn't been faking his arousal down in that basement. She remembered all too well the feel of him pressed against her abdomen.
Tightening the turquoise bath sheet she had wrapped around herself, she plodded out into the living room of her small upstairs apartment an
