Her hand hovered above the side tie of the crossover design. She should change. She should put her normal work uniform on. But the dress was gorgeous and it hugged her in all the right places. The sales assistant had been insistent the size she was wearing was perfect for her. She had pushed Pam’s concerns aside when she’d asked for the next size up. Now Pam wished she’d put her foot down. The more she looked at her herself, the more the doubts crept in. What if Nick laughed at her attempt to change her style? No, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t wear the dress. She would change into her plain black skirt, adding her serviceable yellow blouse to it. With the matching black jacket, she’d fade into the background like a good assistant was supposed to do. The striped pattern of the dress she wore would make her stand out, and she was sure that was the last thing Nick wanted her to do. Thinking about Nick, she let her mind drift back to last night. He’d been in the kitchen when she’d made it back up to the apartment, so he hadn’t seen the multitude of bags she’d returned with.
