Page 11 of Unraveling the Truth About Love
“Well, it doesn’t really matter what it is. You’re his employee, so be professional and be yourself. You’ll know it’s a date if he brings you flowers, or kisses you when he sees you.”
“Do guys even bring flowers to girls anymore?” Riley asked.
“Rex does, but he usually picks them from the garden.” Jade laughed.
Riley glanced at the clock and her pulse quickened. “I haveto get ready.” She was mentally ticking off her potential outfits for the evening. “He’ll be here in twenty minutes. Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need it. You’re going to have a great time and they’ll both love you. Call me after?”
“You got it. And, Jade?” Riley hoped she was as good of a friend to Jade as Jade had always been for her.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for everything.”
Riley dried her hair andput on her makeup, then stood in front of the closet, wishing she’d had time to shop for something new. She’d already worn two of her designer outfits, and she had only two more. Tucked in the back of her closet was the one dress that she’d made just before coming to New York. It was a bit racy for a work-related dinner engagement, but it did accentuate her curves in all the right places. She pulledit from the closet and slipped it on.
The black sheath hugged her curves, and the scalloped hemline rested just above her knees, not too short for a professional dinner, though a bit snug. The scooped neckline slimmed her bust, and she’d cleverly designed the sleeves with cutouts at the shoulders and tightly fitting material around her biceps. Riley might not be model thin, but she had well-definedshoulders, and they drew attention away from her slightly thick waist.
She spritzed on Gucci Première perfume, which she’d gotten at a great discount when she worked at Macy’s, and slipped her still sore feet into a pair of black-and-white Marc Jacobs pumps.Thank you, Macy’s.She stood in front of the mirror and surveyed herself from head to toe. Her hair never let her down. It was her easiestand most pleasant attribute, not too thick and with a natural wave she could accentuate with a twist of a brush. There was no denying the width of her hips or the fullness of her breasts, and even if her waist carried a few extra pounds, she was pleased with how she looked in the dress she’d designed. She shook her head, giving her bangs a playful look as they swept in front of her eyes. Date ornot, she was ready, and she looked darn good.
The knock at the door shattered her confidence. Riley froze, her eyes wide. Suddenly she had to know if Josh had asked her on a date or not. She walked into the living room and stared at the door.Move. Answer it. I can’t. You have to.
With the next knock, Riley took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.
