Page 39 of Revenge Puck

He’s built like sin and knows it.

Aaron Bishop knows he’s hot shit.

“Just this once, do something reckless.” Another mantra I will probably regret.

The zipper slides up. The satin dress hugs my curves.

It’s modest but fitted, its delicate floral pattern one of my favorites. Blue. White. With gold buttons down the front.

I turn side to side, smoothing my palms down my stomach, assessing my profile.

Too much?

Not enough?

I step closer to the mirror, brushing my hair over one shoulder. My pulse is already racing, and I haven’t even left the apartment yet.

I add a ribbon to my hair.

Tie it in a bow and step back, admiring the sheen.

Remove it.

“This is ridiculous,” I breathe, staring at my reflection.

No, this is risky.

This is a career-ending date waiting to happen should Whitney catch wind of it.

I reach for a pair of heels and slip them on anyway.

“It’s one meal,” I mutter. “So things between us are not awkward.”

Dinner with the man who had his mouth between my legs and made me come like he knew what he was doing and wanted to make me feel good…before slipping out of my apartment.

“Stop thinking about it!”

I can’t!

I mean, what am I even supposed to say to him tonight?

Thank you for the thigh-shaking orgasm?

Lovely weather we’re having?

Ugh!

Frustrated with my indecision, I pull the ribbon from my hair and let it fall in waves around my shoulders, shaking it loose. Reach for the lip gloss, swiping it across my mouth. Pucker my lips.

I take a long look in the mirror and blow out a steady breath.

“You’re fine,” I tell the young woman staring back at me. “He’s been in your apartment; you’ve flirted with him. This is going to be fun.”

So fun, I tell myself.

“Iamfun.”

In a conservative way. In a responsible, always considers the consequences kind of way, which makes this all the more exciting. I am doing something I should not be doing, because I want to, and will think about the potential fallout later.