Jamie POV
I was the last one out of the four of us to spend some actual time with Ottilie on our own and I was terrified. In nearly all of our interactions we'd either argued or tried to rip each others clothes off. I wasn't adverse to the latter happening on our date but I really hoped that we could both keep our tempers in check long enough to get to that point.
I knelt my head against the glass in the front door in an attempt to cool myself down, the anticipation making me sweat.
"Jamie," said a soft voice, making me turn suddenly. My mouth fell open as I took in her beauty. Her long legs encased in sheer black stockings (at least I hoped that they were), disappeared into a short dark green tartan mini skirt. A figure hugging black polo neck accentuated her round breasts, making her
