No. No. Not today.” The flannel sheet flew up as she kicked it off her legs. Charlie stumbled out of bed and shoved the hair out of her face. The clock had to be wrong. She'd been up at two and then four to make sure she didn't oversleep. This was going to be her day. HER DAY! Being late wasn't a part of the plan. Her outfit was laid out, her makeup waiting on the bathroom counter. She had agonized over the dress, the makeup for longer than a month, willing the right moment to come up. The black dress, perfume, lipstick and mascara were her battle gear for a winner-takes-all campaign to get Dr. Christopher Ainsworth's attention. Chris was going to drool. Today, he would be taking notice and by the end of tonight, she’d have a date. An actual date that involved more than a quick bite to eat at the pizza place down the road from their office or some stuffy charity event. Chris was the full package. Sweet and thoughtful, he'd been there for her when she needed him the most. He was also hot.
