“Hey Xavier, thanks for coming,” I said.
I stood at the door wearing a long red dress that teased my every curve. It was sleeveless with the back cutout and zipped up around my neck. I went to the hairstylist and had her put my hair up in a tight bun, with a few curls hanging low. The dress had a split all the way up to my right thigh; this was my chance to make an impression with him to not see me as the little girl running behind him and my brother. To notice me as a woman that knows what she wants even if she may have to hide this from her family.
He had on a black suit with a black shirt with the three top buttons loose with no tie. His mouth hung open, and that was the reaction I was going for in more ways than one.
“Are you coming inside?” I asked, holding the door and stepping as
