Choosing clothes was easy; I only had one really nice dress with me. It hung well on top, the clever folds balancing my shape, and skimming over my wide hips in a way I thought was fairly sexy. But I spent half an hour on my hair, knowing he’d love it down, but nervous that it looked messy.By the time he knocked on my door I was ready, but still a little shaky. Any concerns about my appearance evaporated from my brain when I saw him. Dex was wearing a suit. A real one. No tie, but that just added to the look. He was rock and roll James Bond and I just stood there staring for a long time.“Wow,” I finally said.He grinned and fussed with his slicked back hair. “And you.” He kissed me lightly on the lips and I could feel the jitters in his body. He really was nervous, too. Somehow that comforted me.“I’m ready if you are.”“Great.” He grabbed my hand and led me out to the hallway.“Gonna tell me where we’re going?”“Some fancy French place. Apparently you need reservations a month or two out, but the concierge here knows somebody.”“That sounds exciting.”He shrugged, pressing the button to call the elevator.
