Twenty-Two

Isobelle

The dilemma of what I should wear ate up most of my hour. Should I dress nicely or casually? We weren’t going anywhere. We were staying in. But as this was a special occasion, it was only fair that I made an effort. At least I packed the perfect outfit — a little black dress in case someone invited me to dinner. Not that I would be wearing it for long. I picked out some sexy black underwear to entice him to bed.

I applied light makeup and sprayed on a little perfume. Mason knocked on the bedroom door and my nerves tumbled about all over the place.

"Come in," I called out.

Mason stepped into the room and paused in the doorway. "Wow," he breathed, seeming mesmerized. "You look incredible."

I looked away and uttered a bashful, "Thanks."

There was an awkward pause until Mason spoke, "I have a surprise for you in the kitchen. Why don't you wait in the lounge while I get the bedroom ready?" His voice burst with excitement as if he couldn't wait for me to see what he was planning.

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