She smoothed her hands down the French maid costume she’d donned, enjoying the way the skirt flounced with her movements. When she turned and bent over, the bottom of her lacy black panties peeked out. Finally satisfied with her appearance, she rushed around her apartment in search of her keys and purse. If she left now and didn’t run into any traffic, she’d make it to Mark’s house right on time for dinner. “Ally!” Jen called as she burst through the door. Frizzy strands of hair stuck out from her head and her chest was heaving. She held up a hand and took a few deep breaths. “Glad I caught you. You weren’t answering your phone. We have to talk.” “Can it wait? I, er, don’t want to be late for my date with Mark. He’s making ravioli and then we’re going to watching scary movies all night.” Ally wiggled her eyebrows and smiled suggestively, but her enthusiasm faded at the concern spreading across her roommate’s face.
