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Did you sell a body part to get a reservation that quick?
The waitlist is always booked out for at least four months.
Liam: Haha don’t worry. All body parts are intact.
Especially the important one ??.
I’ll pick you up at 6:45 pm.
I roll my eyes. Of course, he had to bring up the body part that had me rubbing my thighs together.
Who said I don’t already have plans for tomorrow?
You didn’t even ask me when I would be free.
Liam: You do have plans…with me??
??I guess I would be an idiot to turn down a good steak
Liam: … and a date with me
Right.
Liam: You wound me. ?? ?? ??. See you tomorrow, heartbreaker.
That man is something else. I have no idea how he was able to snag a reservation on short notice, but I’m not going to ask questions. I’m also not going to let him know how excited I am to go to Clive’s. I would never hear the end of it.
I put my phone on the charger and collect my things for my shower. It’s really tempting to take a quick one, but I should probably take my time and shave. Even though this is one date and it won’t go any further than tomorrow night, I’m still wearing a dress. I don’t want him to accidentally brush up against my cactus legs.
I should probably trim up my lady bits as well. We definitely won’t be taking clothes off, but what if I fall and my dress flies up? It’ll be super embarrassing if I’m not pristine down there.Quinn, stop being ridiculous.That scenario is highly unlikely. I’m clearly freaking the fuck out over nothing, but you can never be too cautious.
I contemplate for a few and decide to just shave everything.
Naked mole rat, coming right up.
An hour later, I’m as smooth as a baby’s bottom. I took my time making sure there were no unwanted stragglers left behind and lathered myself from head to toe in coconut oil. I smell like I just walked off the beach. A piña colada sounds nice right about now.
I run a brush through my wet hair and take my time French braiding it. That way I don’t have to spend a bunch of time getting ready for dinner with Liam tomorrow night.Shit.I should probably get him to pick me up fromThe Ugly Mug. I won’t have time to go home to get ready.
Pick me up from work.
Liam: It’s 10 pm. What are you doing there this late?
?? I’m in bed.
I meant tomorrow for our date.
Liam: ?? So it isssss a date.
What are you wearing?
Why does he want to know what I’m going to wear? I’m not color coordinating outfits with him.
?? A dress.
Liam: Oh! Let me guess which kind.
Is it one of those T-shirt granny ones or…
