Page 7 of Mister Stark

And then he hung up with a loud beep in my ear.

I smiled and touched my fingertips to my plump lips. I pulled them back and gazed down at the red lipstick smeared on them. My heart swooned, and I’d be sure to touch it up just for him.

But Paisley’s shrill of excitement filled the dorm room. “Oh, my god, Celeste! Can you believe him?”

“No, I can’t believe any of this, but I have a hunky date in a few hours and I better get ready.” I beamed with delight. I was on cloud nine and texted my address to Dylan Stark.

FOUR

Swept Away

The water trickleddown on me and the warmth was a cozy blanket protecting me from the cool air outside. The steam filled the bathroom and created a thick mist. I must’ve been in here longer than I thought.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bathroom door and it startled me, but I knew exactly who it was. I smiled and put down the soap. But I grabbed the shower curtain and wrapped it around myself before the door swung open.

“You’re going to look drop dead gorgeous in this, Celeste!” Paisley squealed as she couldn’t contain her excitement and held a very expensive hanger in her hands.

I peered through the mist at the black velvet hanger draped from her fingertips. My eyes roamed over a gorgeous black spaghetti strap dress that glistened in the light. Tassels hung down as Paisley shook it back and forth with her jaw wide open. If I didn’t know any better, I’d bet she already tried it on.

“Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Try it on!” Paisley exclaimed as she reached over, turned off the shower, and handed me a towel.

She gave me a fluffy pink one. It was like feathers wrapped around my body. I let it sink into my skin and dry my wet flesh as I took the extravagant garment from Paisley’s much too eager hands. I gazed over it with disbelief as the tassels swayed and the light hit it just right.

“I can’t even believe this is real right now.” I muttered as I shook my head and my wet hair clung to my shoulders.

“Well, you better believe it.” Paisley giggled and looked down at her wristwatch. “Because he’s going to be here in less than thirty minutes.”

“Oh, my god!” I exclaimed with shocked excitement and stepped out of the shower.

“You better get your ass moving!” Paisley teased with encouragement and smacked her hand against my ass.

I squealed with laughter and she left me to get ready. The door closed behind her and I let the towel drop to the floor. My eyes landed on the sexy pair of underwear I picked for this perfect occasion. The thong I bought for a date I thought could never happen to me, but had come my way. The lacy black fabric hugged each thigh as it went up my legs and rested in place. It was form fitting, but out of my comfort zone.

I picked up my bra that matched, but shrugged my shoulders and tossed it aside. I didn't need a bra for this glamorous dress. I grabbed the dress with excited hands and lifted it over my head. My body shimmied as it fell over me and hugged me tight. It was the perfect fit and displayed all my curves.

“Holy shit...” I mumbled with disbelief under my breath.

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