That she was busy and he could see her the next day but really, why? She wanted to see him and they were both too old for games. Candles lit, shades drawn, she took one last look in the mirror and approved. She’d chosen her favorite chemise—she did have a lingerie addiction, she’d be the first to admit. But it hugged her curves with its cool, soft embrace, the deep midnight blue flattered her complexion. She added some lipstick because hello, a hot man was coming for a sex and tart visit. Her hair was loose—he seemed to like it that way—and she opted to go barefoot. She had pretty shoes in abundance, but she liked the way she felt next to him in very little clothing, smaller than he was. She wasn’t a virgin. She’d been in love before, had been in relationships. It wasn’t like she didn’t know how it worked. This sort of tentative thing slowly smoothing into something else. A relationship. They’d dated and it was moving past just casual dates. A short period of time, she knew.
