the bags and eyed them carefully as I walked along the path to my studio. I was curious to see what David sent but decided to take a shower first. I hung up the garment bag and turned on the hot water. I didn’t have time to wash my hair, so I threw it up and wrapped a stretchy headband around it to keep it out of the spray. I soaped up, shaved my legs, and dried off in record time. Wrapping myself in a big towel, I opened the bags.
I started with the smallest one. I pulled out the tissue paper to find a set of delicate gray lace panties and a bra. I probably should have found a gift of lingerie presumptuous, given that this was our first official date, but they were exquisite. I put them on. They were as light as the tissue they came in and very feminine. Nothing like the boxer briefs I’d been sporting all day. They fit perfectly. How did he know my size? And when did he have time to do all this shopping? I wondered, remembering the white dress. I turned my attention to the garment bag and unzipped it slowly.
Wow. Inside the dress bag was a long gown, glittering with ivory sequins from head to toe. I took it out. All the sequins made the dress quite heavy. I slipped it over my head and turned to face the mirror. It had long sleeves, a wide neck, a fitted bodice, and a deep slit up the front. I hadn’t ever worn anything like it. I couldn’t imagine having an occasion that would call for such a gown. It fit like a glove. I loved it.
As I reached for another bag, I found myself guessing the contents.
Yep, I knew it. Shoes.
I lifted the lid to find a delicate pair of metallic heeled sandals. I knew the brand from magazines, but had never worn a pair. I was just not the type to spend half a month’s rent on a pair of shoes. I sat down at my desk and slipped on the shoes one at a time. The heel was high, but something about the design made it manageable. I stood in front of the mirror again. I barely recognized myself. I couldn’t help it, and a huge grin encompassed my face. I remembered who sent the gifts, and I flushed.
I glanced at my bedside clock. Crap. I really had to hustle. I didn’t want to make us late. Traffic on the bridge to the city was notoriously bad on Saturday nights. He had said the symphony started at seven. I hurried into the bathroom and surveyed my hair. Luckily, with a dress like this, you didn’t need jewelry or a fancy hairstyle. I took my brush and brushed the hair back, off my face, and into a high, elegant bun. I leaned in and quickly rimmed my eyes with kohl and gave my lashes two extra coats of mascara. “Good, good,” I said approvingly to the reflection in the mirror. I grabbed some clear lip gloss and looked back towards the bags at the door. Maybe ...
Yep, he had. There was one bag left. I rooted around in the tissue paper, and it was there. This man thought of everything. I pulled a cream colored clutch out of the paper bag, and deposited my lip gloss, phone, and wallet into it. I took one more quick look in the mirror and bolted out the front door and into the waiting SUV, my dress sparkling in the moonlight.
6
Having someone drive you to the city makes the experience stress free. I reclined in the soft leather seat and relaxed as the lights glided by in the distance. Checking my phone, I found a text message from Carrie.
Have fun tonight. Be safe.
Don’t let the billionaire boss you around :-P
I texted her back
Don’t worry, I will
And I won’t
I smiled inside. I was so lucky to have such a good friend. We’d always looked out for each other, even when we were being stupid freshmen and getting into the kind of stupid trouble eighteen-year-olds get into when first greeted with total freedom. I remembered once when she pretended to be my overprotective lesbian girlfriend just to get a guy to stop hitting on me at a house party. She practically started a fight, just to make the charade convincing. I smiled and look out the window, amused at the
I started with the smallest one. I pulled out the tissue paper to find a set of delicate gray lace panties and a bra. I probably should have found a gift of lingerie presumptuous, given that this was our first official date, but they were exquisite. I put them on. They were as light as the tissue they came in and very feminine. Nothing like the boxer briefs I’d been sporting all day. They fit perfectly. How did he know my size? And when did he have time to do all this shopping? I wondered, remembering the white dress. I turned my attention to the garment bag and unzipped it slowly.
Wow. Inside the dress bag was a long gown, glittering with ivory sequins from head to toe. I took it out. All the sequins made the dress quite heavy. I slipped it over my head and turned to face the mirror. It had long sleeves, a wide neck, a fitted bodice, and a deep slit up the front. I hadn’t ever worn anything like it. I couldn’t imagine having an occasion that would call for such a gown. It fit like a glove. I loved it.
As I reached for another bag, I found myself guessing the contents.
Yep, I knew it. Shoes.
I lifted the lid to find a delicate pair of metallic heeled sandals. I knew the brand from magazines, but had never worn a pair. I was just not the type to spend half a month’s rent on a pair of shoes. I sat down at my desk and slipped on the shoes one at a time. The heel was high, but something about the design made it manageable. I stood in front of the mirror again. I barely recognized myself. I couldn’t help it, and a huge grin encompassed my face. I remembered who sent the gifts, and I flushed.
I glanced at my bedside clock. Crap. I really had to hustle. I didn’t want to make us late. Traffic on the bridge to the city was notoriously bad on Saturday nights. He had said the symphony started at seven. I hurried into the bathroom and surveyed my hair. Luckily, with a dress like this, you didn’t need jewelry or a fancy hairstyle. I took my brush and brushed the hair back, off my face, and into a high, elegant bun. I leaned in and quickly rimmed my eyes with kohl and gave my lashes two extra coats of mascara. “Good, good,” I said approvingly to the reflection in the mirror. I grabbed some clear lip gloss and looked back towards the bags at the door. Maybe ...
Yep, he had. There was one bag left. I rooted around in the tissue paper, and it was there. This man thought of everything. I pulled a cream colored clutch out of the paper bag, and deposited my lip gloss, phone, and wallet into it. I took one more quick look in the mirror and bolted out the front door and into the waiting SUV, my dress sparkling in the moonlight.
6
Having someone drive you to the city makes the experience stress free. I reclined in the soft leather seat and relaxed as the lights glided by in the distance. Checking my phone, I found a text message from Carrie.
Have fun tonight. Be safe.
Don’t let the billionaire boss you around :-P
I texted her back
Don’t worry, I will
And I won’t
I smiled inside. I was so lucky to have such a good friend. We’d always looked out for each other, even when we were being stupid freshmen and getting into the kind of stupid trouble eighteen-year-olds get into when first greeted with total freedom. I remembered once when she pretended to be my overprotective lesbian girlfriend just to get a guy to stop hitting on me at a house party. She practically started a fight, just to make the charade convincing. I smiled and look out the window, amused at the
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