Dinner with the Cross'

Instead of going straight home, I make my way to the salon to get my hair done, nails polished, then make my way to the store to shop for new outfits.

The first thing that catches my eyes is a long burnt orange dress, that has a split on the side that exposes my thigh. It was also strapless and rumpled up in the middle.

When I try it on, the dress goes down to my ankle and most of my breasts are exposing, but take it with me anyway. Thinking that I could impress Mr Cross, because I still have my plan to get him.

I then make my way over to the shoe rack to pick some heels that have a clear strap. I opt out of getting any accessories, because I think the dress is perfect in its own way.

When I arrive home, I start getting ready, because I wasn't given a time on when I will be picked up.

But it is a good thing, because just as I am about to put my shoes on. Someone downstairs presses the call button.

It scares me how they know the exact apartment I am staying in.

"Just a minute," I say i