Harper
Jeans, right. Okay I can do jeans but I’m not wearing some cruddy top. I want to dress to impress. In fact, I want Levy’s eyes to bug right on out of his head. I know he’s used to women older than me but that doesn’t mean I don’t have what it takes. I am not some kid-bimbo type of girl either, I am confident, sassy and downright smart. Oh boy, Levy has no idea what kind of woman I can be.
From my wardrobe I pull out some bootleg, Miss Sixty jeans they will sit snugly around my ass and are low waist. Now what sort of top? I am thinking maybe I should layer since it is much cooler in the evenings at the moment and we might be eating out on a terrace. I have a cute lacey body that I can wear underneath, with an aquamarine off the shoulder top that brings out the color of my eyes nic
