Dedicated because I loved her book, It's Like Monopoly, But Physical and because she just updated the amazing sequel It's Like Love, But on a Post-it. Awesome reads!!
I fixed my makeup pretended to be a calm, relaxed carefree girl. I had a job to do and it included looking perfect for my first date with Paul- a black and white themed party. I focused on every detail, trying not to glance at my phone- which was still not ringing. It had been 48 hours since my interview and total radio silence. And as if that was not enough, a wave of anxiety weighed down my chest as I plotted how to tell Paul about what happened with Jon. He had to know the full story eventually, but I was not looking forward to telling him. What if he pushed me away? What if he didn't? We'd talked and joked for a long time, getting to know each other, flirting, complimenting... but did he really like me? I couldn't be certain.
Once I was satisfied with my make-up, convinced that my blue eyes could not pop any more than they did, and my dark brown hair fell in seemingly natural loose curls around my face, I studied the outfits laid out on the bed. I began to narrow it down; I wanted one solid color, so picked out a tight knee length dress with a strapless sweetheart top.I shimmied into it with great effort, impressed at how great my boobs looked in the form fitting top. Once I was zipped up, I put on my sexiest black heels; the ones that every woman has in their closet that say, "I am totally doable, we are not just friends, take me right here." If I have to tell him about my past, I may as well look my best doing it.
I sprayed my wrists and neck with "Sensual", a new fragrance that even smells sexy. I dabbed my lips and checked the napkin making sure my lipstick didn't come off. It didn't smudge so I moved to my jewelry box to find a sparkling bracelet to top off my look. I had not been this dressed up in a long time. The last three months I had lived entirely in jeans and t-shirts and sweats. As I did my final once over the sound I had thought I kept hearing finally occurred. My phone rang and I rushed towards it but stopped and took two long breaths before answering.
"Hi Holly, this is James; James McCalman."
"Oh, hi Mr. McCalman, how are you?" I tried to sound the most aloof I had ever been.
"James, please. I'm great. I actually just wanted to call and say that the job is yours if you'd like it. I'd love for you to start in a week, if that works for you."
"Wow, that's great, I would love to."
"Okay, I'll a, talk to Tony and have him email you all the info, the locations, the pay, dress code options, all that."
"Perfect, thank you. I will see you in a week!" I answered with a little too much excitement.
"See you then, Holly."
Just as a hung up, there was a knock at the door. I inhaled slowly in front of the mirror, not even looking at my reflection anymore, until I was calm again. Finally I grabbed my clutch and headed towards the knocking.
Paul stood in the doorway smiling as I peeked out at him. He had on an all-black suit with a black shirt and black bow tie. His hair was in a faux hawk again and his face was smooth as always. He looked incredibly handsome.
As I pulled the door open further, revealing my outfit, his face went blank and he looked me up and down only saying, "Wow". I stared expectantly, waiting for him to say whether the wow was good or bad. When he looked back into my eyes he must have noticed my hesitation..
"Holly, I'm sorry, I just don't know what to say. You look... beautiful... even more than usual."
His tone made it feel sincere. "Thank you," I smiled shyly. What I wanted to say was, you look so hot that I want to blow off this party and get you out of that suit, but instead I said, "You look handsome."
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Sip of AssistanceRomance
Holly Preston had lost her job, her best friend, her home, and the man she loved. Now, three months later, she is back trying to piece together her life. Unfortunately she'll have to face her past and all the drama that comes from living in Hollyw...