24
Landon
I showed up right on time. Not a second before or after seven. I wanted to keep my time with her to a minimum. I was already dreading this whole f*****g thing. Not to mention, the last time I had been at West Table, I’d been hitting on Heidi while she was with someone else. Now, here I was, with Miranda.
And, of course, she showed up a full ten minutes late. I cringed at the fact that I had walked right into her setup. She had the upper hand already because she had kept me waiting. And I’d stayed.
Like a f*****g i***t.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said, not rushing in the slightest as she catwalked up to the table I’d reserved for us.
She’d changed out of her red dress for a black number that I’d never seen before and hoped to God never to see again. It was…slinky. Clearly meant t
