Page 44 of Promise Kept

What if he gets so mad he shows up here?

What if he busts down the front door and finds me in bed?

What if I act scared and I playfully open my legs and my shirt can’t cover everything and Ellis gazes upon me…

I bite my bottom lip.

Then again… maybe something is happening and Ellis needs to meet with me.

I swallow hard.

Address? Directions? Time?

I send the text and scramble out of bed to get dressed.

I take the t-shirt off, pause for a second and look at my nude body in a mirror.

My jaw quivers for a second…

Am I good enough for Ellis?

Am I womanly enough?

Does he like curvy hips?

What about my boobs?

Are they big enough?

What about…

My right fingertips gently touch the soft stubble of my pubic area.

Does Ellis like stubble? Or nothing there at all?

I snap my fingers in my head.

I find panties, a bra, and I throw together the rest of a quick outfit.

Jeans with no holes. A white tank top. A button-down shirt on top of that.

I’m not dressed for a five-star steak house or anything like that.

Ellis texts me he’s already sent a car to pick me up.

I rush to the kitchen and pour myself a shot of vodka to calm my nerves.

I drink it. I drink a glass of water.

Great, now I have to pee!

I use the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror.

Then I leave my apartment.

A car shows up for me.

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