Red lace bra and panties on sale for five bucks! Would go perfect with my red heels that I could barely walk in. I was good at faking, though. Hair straightened, layered and trimmed, nails prim and proper. And red. Like my toenails and my lips. Even my breath freshener matched. Red Hots. Damn I was good. I concealed the sexy ensemble with a smart suit top that was easy to unbutton, and zip up slacks. To the average person—or to my children—mommy was going to a business dinner. Something told me before this night was over with, I’d surely have plenty to write about. Although since I’d become a writer, I’d quit journaling, and instead, poured my heart out in fiction. I thought I’d vomit when I finally found his place. I could hardly believe it. He lived in one of those adorable slim cottages that reminded me of millionaire shotgun house. I rang the doorbell, admiring the tiny front porch. It was fall and he had a single chair with a scarecrow among a ton of pumpkins.
