Danielle
Saturday night, Austin arrived just before six and settled himself on my sofa. Although my makeup was applied, my hair was still in a towel, I was in a robe, and I had no idea what I was going to wear. We’d talked for less than five minutes during the day and he hadn’t given me any details of the date.
“You haven’t told me what we’re doing.”
“Get together at the club,” he said.
“I thought we were going to dinner.”
He smiled up at me from his position on the couch. “We are. Club’s grillin’.”
“So, we’re not actually going out?” I frowned. “Like on a real date?”
“It’s a real date, baby. And we’re leaving your apartment, so it’s ‘out.’”
“What am I supposed to wear?” I asked.
Austin gave me a lascivious grin. “Jeans, tighter the better, low-cut top… somethin’ like that.”
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