My new blue dress is perfect for tonight. She opened her closet door and chewed on a nail. She had the right shoes, too. Navy sling-backs. Not quite fuck-me shoes, but close. Underwear? Black lace is perfect under dark blue. The shimmering, midnight blue silk brought out the blue in her eyes and made her blonde hair glow. It had a low-cut neckline and a slim fit, though it didn’t hug her curves too tightly. She looked at Dumpling, who watched her take special care with her hair, pinning it up on top of her head with some loose, frond-like curls trailing down her neck. The dog gave her a stern look. Am I trying to seduce him? He already said I’m not his type. Yeah, right. That kiss said it. Am I going down a bad road? Bess stopped questioning herself when she didn’t like the truth staring her in the face. The bell rang at seven on the nose. She swept the door open to find a handsome man, wearing a charcoal gray suit, white shirt, and gold tie. His gray eyes widened when he saw her.
