Bastet POV:
As Jason and I get ready for our day none of us spoke. I know what we did was wrong, but it felt so good. I put on a tomato color bodycon spaghetti strap dress with black sneakers just in case I have to run. Looking in the mirror I tried to fix my hair the best way I could I don’t need anyone thinking Jason and I had s*x. I sent a mass text telling everyone they should be on their way to their assigned place. He looks sexy as f**k in his bleach wash ripped jeans with a white polo shirt. Shaking the thought out of my head I make my way to the hair salon. Deciding to get a blowout and trim. The hairstylist I had was very talkative, which is great.
“I’ve never seen you here before honey, where are you from?”, the stylist asked.
“I am from
