fat heffa?” I glance down at myself, double checking that I have shaved my legs. Looking good. Hell, it feels like I’ve lost weight but that’s probably because this dress is hugging me tightly.
“No, you stupid cow, you don’t. Now sit in this chair so I can work wonders on that gorgeous hair of yours.” She pats my butt as she passes to grab the brush she left on the arm of the chair.
I sit carefully, not wanting to catch the chain on the back. “What style are you thinking?”
“Leave it with me, chica. I’ll make you look like a Hollywood superstar.” She smiles at me, her eyes twinkling before she rounds the chair and starts brushing through my hair. My lashes flutter closed, relaxed. There’s nothing better than someone playing with your hair. I let her do it whenever I feel the urge to stick my middle finger up at my new boss.
Fuck knows how much time passes, but she exclaims with a squeal, “All done!”
She presents her handy pocket mirror and I examine myself. I’m speechless. My hair is in a messy yet stylish up do with tendrils of curls framing my face. Little flowers are placed around the style and I think Isabella has truly outdone herself this time. “Wow.”
“Exactly. Now, go put your face on. Jase will be here in twenty minutes.” She starts packing all her shit into her travel case and I rush to the bathroom. Twenty minutes isn’t a very long time and I swear under my breath. Shit, I really don’t want to mess this up.
Foundation, concealer, blush, eyeliner, smoky eyeshadow to compliment the dress and mascara, all done and I feel pretty good about myself. I take a selfie and save it, loving this new look.
“Frankie? He’s here!” she shouts down the hallway. Damn, if he’s in the flat then I hope to God my bestie isn’t embarrassing the shit out of me. I know what she’s like.
Taking a deep breath, I leave the confines of my bathroom and walk down the hallway to find Jase stood in the centre of my living room, hands in his trouser pockets casually. The suit he’s wearing hugs him perfectly, the navy pinstriped tie brings out the colour in his eyes and the shirt a crisp pale blue. The jacket and trousers are black and he looks fucking delicious. I have to pick my jaw up off the floor because who knew Jase could clean up so well? From firefighter to MMA, to smart. It’s like he has different personalities.
“You look stunning, Frankie.” His eyes travel the length of me and the need to clench my thighs together has my legs quaking.
“Thank you. Not so bad yourself.” The corners of my mouth lift up in a smile as he looks down at himself.
“Glad to know that you think I’m stunning as opposed to handsome.” He winks at me before holding his hand out. “Shall we?”
I nod, and walk to him. The spark, the energy and the connection ignites as my palm slides into his and a gasp escapes my mouth before I have a chance to hold it back. The smirk on his face tells me he heard it, so I narrow my eyes in warning.
“Bye, guys! I’ll lock up after myself, chica.” She’s clapping her hands like a complete twat and I laugh whilst shaking my head from side to side. She’s eccentric and loud and I love her for it.
We walk down the one flight of stairs and the limo that sits outside has my jaw hitting the floor for the second time in one night. “Um…” Speechless, that’s what I am right now.
“I wanted this night to be amazing, special… yeah.” He stumbles over his words and he kicks at a stone on the pavement. “We’re going to Franchino’s after all, we may as well arrive in style, right?”
“I’ve never been in a limo before,” I whisper as I stare at the shiny black paint of the stretch limo as it idles on the road. I’m in awe, I’m gobsmacked and I feel so many emotions at once that I want to cry. I won’t, I’m not going to walk into the most sought after restaurants in the city looking like a hot mess.
“After you.” Jase opens the door
“No, you stupid cow, you don’t. Now sit in this chair so I can work wonders on that gorgeous hair of yours.” She pats my butt as she passes to grab the brush she left on the arm of the chair.
I sit carefully, not wanting to catch the chain on the back. “What style are you thinking?”
“Leave it with me, chica. I’ll make you look like a Hollywood superstar.” She smiles at me, her eyes twinkling before she rounds the chair and starts brushing through my hair. My lashes flutter closed, relaxed. There’s nothing better than someone playing with your hair. I let her do it whenever I feel the urge to stick my middle finger up at my new boss.
Fuck knows how much time passes, but she exclaims with a squeal, “All done!”
She presents her handy pocket mirror and I examine myself. I’m speechless. My hair is in a messy yet stylish up do with tendrils of curls framing my face. Little flowers are placed around the style and I think Isabella has truly outdone herself this time. “Wow.”
“Exactly. Now, go put your face on. Jase will be here in twenty minutes.” She starts packing all her shit into her travel case and I rush to the bathroom. Twenty minutes isn’t a very long time and I swear under my breath. Shit, I really don’t want to mess this up.
Foundation, concealer, blush, eyeliner, smoky eyeshadow to compliment the dress and mascara, all done and I feel pretty good about myself. I take a selfie and save it, loving this new look.
“Frankie? He’s here!” she shouts down the hallway. Damn, if he’s in the flat then I hope to God my bestie isn’t embarrassing the shit out of me. I know what she’s like.
Taking a deep breath, I leave the confines of my bathroom and walk down the hallway to find Jase stood in the centre of my living room, hands in his trouser pockets casually. The suit he’s wearing hugs him perfectly, the navy pinstriped tie brings out the colour in his eyes and the shirt a crisp pale blue. The jacket and trousers are black and he looks fucking delicious. I have to pick my jaw up off the floor because who knew Jase could clean up so well? From firefighter to MMA, to smart. It’s like he has different personalities.
“You look stunning, Frankie.” His eyes travel the length of me and the need to clench my thighs together has my legs quaking.
“Thank you. Not so bad yourself.” The corners of my mouth lift up in a smile as he looks down at himself.
“Glad to know that you think I’m stunning as opposed to handsome.” He winks at me before holding his hand out. “Shall we?”
I nod, and walk to him. The spark, the energy and the connection ignites as my palm slides into his and a gasp escapes my mouth before I have a chance to hold it back. The smirk on his face tells me he heard it, so I narrow my eyes in warning.
“Bye, guys! I’ll lock up after myself, chica.” She’s clapping her hands like a complete twat and I laugh whilst shaking my head from side to side. She’s eccentric and loud and I love her for it.
We walk down the one flight of stairs and the limo that sits outside has my jaw hitting the floor for the second time in one night. “Um…” Speechless, that’s what I am right now.
“I wanted this night to be amazing, special… yeah.” He stumbles over his words and he kicks at a stone on the pavement. “We’re going to Franchino’s after all, we may as well arrive in style, right?”
“I’ve never been in a limo before,” I whisper as I stare at the shiny black paint of the stretch limo as it idles on the road. I’m in awe, I’m gobsmacked and I feel so many emotions at once that I want to cry. I won’t, I’m not going to walk into the most sought after restaurants in the city looking like a hot mess.
“After you.” Jase opens the door
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