Mr bathed in leisurely fashion as if the running water would carry all the bits and pieces of his earlier anxiety down the drain, calming his racing thoughts for a confrontation not far away.
He then dressed with added attention: a bright purple T-shirt with faded jeans trousers outfit carefully calculated for its effect, conferring confidence on him without appearing to be cared for.
He gave himself a spritz with his signature perfume, the scent dancing in the air around him and tingling his senses, an added boost to his already inflated ego.
Finally, he picked up his car keys, a sense of determination settling over him with the certainty that Jessica would never be able to outmaneuver him.
"Jessica makes me laugh," he mused, as a sly smile spread across his face.
He was amused with
