“6pm but am in work clothes. need to change”
“I want to c u as u r :-)”
“gr8 c u then. lobby haswell bldg @6. u no where that is?”
“got sat nav. will find. c u ltr xx”
My mood improves dramatically. The promise of another of Ryan’s incendiary s*x sessions casts a rosy light over the evening to come that was entirely missing before.
I’m not too sure what to make of him saying that he wants to see me as I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look good. I am wearing a very standard just-above-the-knee black skirt and sensible white blouse, but a couple of buttons slipped open at the top of the blouse and some surreptitious touching up of my makeup, soon have me looking less office-worker-like.
A scrabble through the drawers of my desk reveals that the previous incumbent left some big hoop
