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I saw the way Riggs watched me last night, and it seemed like he quite enjoyed looking at my legs.

“This will do,” I whispered, looking at myself in the mirror and choosing a pair of my whitest sneakers to finish up the look.

I didn’t have to wear shoes inside, but sandals or Birkenstocks didn’t really fit tonight.

“Val? Would you please come downstairs and help me with dinner?” I heard Della call out from the bottom of the stairs, and I quickly walked out of the bedroom to get to her.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen where she was already cutting up some veggies.

“Mexican. And Italian. A little bit of everything,” Della said.

“Interesting.”

“We have so many things left in the fridge and I couldn’t decide on one thing to cook. I’ve already put the pizza in the oven. Just help me season the chicken, please.”

“Isn’t it too early? Thought Riggs would come for dinner.”

“It’s almost five, sweetie, and I have a few more things to do before we can eat. He’ll be here at six.”

And the pizza really had to be in the oven for so long?

I turned to the oven to check, then noticed it wasn’t even on or preheated.

As much as I wanted to, I wouldn’t judge her cooking. It was her putting food on our table every day, so I couldn’t allow myself to comment on the way she prepared our food.

“Isn’t that skirt a little too short for you, Val? I thought you’d thrown it away years ago.”

I had intended to, but then I discovered the world of cam girls and decided that I could put it to real good use.

Some of the men were into the whole schoolgirl thing, and since I still was one, they were still able to live their fantasies with the way I dressed for them at times.

“I thought I might be able to squeeze into it, so I kept it. Do I look bad?” I asked.

“Oh, no, you look beautiful. I just don’t think your father will like the way you’re dressed tonight.”

Not only Dad.

I was excited to see Riggs’s face when he saw me tonight.

I shrugged at her comment and continued to season the chicken with every spice she had put out for me to use, and since I was in control of them, I didn’t put too much on the chicken, knowing those spices could quickly ruin a great dinner.

I felt good in what I was wearing, and I’ve always loved having tight clothes on.

The skirt was just a bonus, and although I was wearing underwear, the cool breeze between my thighs felt nice.

It got rid of all the hotness building down there, just waiting for Riggs to arrive and make me wetter than I already was.

Just the thought of him excited me, and I’d make sure to place my plate right next to his so I couldn’t be sitting too far from him tonight.

“Just in time,” Della said with a smile as the pizza was done.

I had already set the table for four and placed the bowls and plates with the food in the middle of it so everyone was able to reach it.

“Is Riggs here?” Dad asked as he walked down the stairs.

“He just arrived,” I said, smiling at him. “You’ve been working all day again. It’s Sunday, Dad.”

“I had things to take care of. When you own a business, there’s no time to take breaks. Just wait and see.”

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