I enter my apartment immediately going to my closet, scanning everything I owned. Sexy… why did he want “sexy” for a business meeting? Isn’t that a bit… distracting?
I go through my options, ruling out every average outfit choice.
“No.” “Nope.” “Ew, god no.” “No.” “Eh…” “Maybe.”
“…. Perfect.”
There it was. My Bebe red dress. It was tight, fitted, off the shoulder, with a deep neckline to show just the right amount of cleavage. Short enough to turn heads, but not slutty. But was this too much? For a dinner meeting? James did say sexy… and this is as good as it’s going to get in my closet full of boring greys, whites, blacks, and blues.
I took a quick shower and get dressed, putting my hair in soft curls and doing my makeup legit for once. I looked…. Hot. It was 7:25, and as I spritzed on my favorite perfume, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.