Page 130 of Obsession

What Are You Doing?

MEGAN

“You look nice,” Naomi says with a strange grin on her face.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, it’s just that I’ve never seen you dress up for him before.”

I look at myself in the long mirror affixed to the wall in my bedroom. It’s framed by an intricately etched gold border, clearly, an expensive piece that Hunter’s interior decorator probably purchased when he or she decorated this apartment.

Naomi’s right, I never dress up, but I’ve also never dated a grown-ass man before. Hunter and I have been coexisting peacefully at The Blue Whiskey for almost a week since our “come to Jesus” moment in my office, and he’s invited me out for an actual date tonight. I thought I should dress the part.

“Do you think it’s too much?” I ask her, turning to look at my profile. I’m wearing a simple black halter dress with a single split on the side. It glides along my curves, showing off my back and my left thigh.

“It can never be too much.” She hands me a liquid lipstick from her handbag. “Here, put this on.”

The color is stiletto red.

“I never wear red,” I tell her.

“But tonight, you should.”

“You sure you don’t want to go on this date instead of me?” I ask sarcastically.

“If I was sleeping with a hot, older man who gave me an apartment and a trip to Paris, I’d wear nothing but a trenchcoat and this damn red lipstick.”

I laugh because I know she totally would.

“You’re hysterical.”

“I’m dead ass serious. You should be naked in that little office of yours at the club every night. I would certainly be if he was my boss.”

I am many things.

A club manager.

An art student.

A cynic.

But I stare back at an image of not just the sum of those things but a woman in the mirror who is... dare I say... happy for once?

A knock at the door leads me to pick up my purse on the bed.

He’s here.

“That dress," is all he says after I've opened the door.

“What about it?” I ask, trying extremely hard not to blush.

“Did I buy you that one?”

“Absolutely not. I took the clothes you had delivered here the other day back to the store.”

That was probably the hardest thing I ever did because he had some personal shopper send over a few fabulous outfits. But I’ve taken enough from Hunter.

A job.

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