Page 33 of Unbreakable

Arizona

Ilookedupthe restaurant when I got home, so I’d know what to wear tonight. I didn’t want to look like a fool or stand out. I saw it was a swankier place so I went to my closet to see what I could piece together. When I came to Memphis, I left my formal and dressier clothing at home. I wasn’t expecting to need anything more than jeans and sweatshirts. I keep performing the repetitive motion of moving clothes back and forth across the bar thinking something will magically appear but nothing.

Think Ari, think. What can I piece together to wear?

Then it’s like a light bulb goes off in my head. I grab my keys and run downstairs to my car. I completely forgot the one dance outfit I still had in my car from my last latin dance performance. I open the trunk and dig through the items until I find the garment bag. Pulling it out and shutting the trunk behind me, I run back upstairs.

Opening the bag, I see the hunter green dress. It has a sweetheart bodice and clasps on the back of my neck but the rest of the back is cut out. It hangs low on one side and angles up to the other side where it attaches just below the hip, on my upper thigh. It’s a little risque but it works. I pair it with not the dance shoes I normally wear but the one indulgence I brought. My black Louis Vuitton heels.

Deciding it’ll be perfect and well, it was going to have to do, I get my tit tape out of the drawer along with my black thong and place everything on the bed. I head to the bathroom to shower and get ready, making sure to shave my legs and pits and wash my hair. Thank god I got waxed the other day.

I manage to make the hot water last almost fifteen minutes, before it starts turning cool just in time to rinse the conditioner from my hair. I choose to blow dry my hair straight tonight and apply a light coating of makeup, with a subtle smokey eye.

I slip my thong on and tape my boobs before slipping my dress on. Standing in front of the full length mirror, I must admit I look good. Sitting on the edge of the bed I slip on my heels, before standing and smoothing down the dress. I decide to carry my black clutch tonight, slipping my bank card, some cash and my identification inside of it.

Once I’m ready, I head to the door, picking my keys and phone up off the table and walk out, locking the door behind me. I glance over to Knox’s door and almost walk over and knock before shaking the idea off. I know if I do, I won’t make it to the restaurant on time. Add to that the fact he will want to know where I’m going and I don’t see him liking the idea of dinner with my Professor.

Once inside my car, I plug my phone into the car charger, pulling up the GPS for directions. Great, it's only thirty minutes away, which will have me arriving about ten minutes early.

The ride flies by with barely any traffic and hitting all the green lights. Pulling in front of the restaurant, I don’t see anywhere to park before I notice it has valet parking. Of course, why wouldn’t it. I mentally facepalm.

Coming to a stop, I place the car in gear as the valet opens my door for me to exit. I can’t help but notice how his eyes stay locked on my exposed thigh as I exit. Men are so typical, show a little skin and they can’t take their eyes away.

Handing him the keys I give him a very seductive, “Thank you sweetie,” and a wink, allowing my hand to linger a little longer on his before pulling it away.

“Thank you ma’am, my name’s Steve, just look for me when you’re ready to go and I’ll personally take care of you.”

“I’ll do that.” I say back to him, as I turn and head inside the restaurant, making sure to add a little more sway to my hips to rev his metaphorical engine up.

Opening the door, I make my way to the hostess stand where I see a prim, harsh looking woman standing.

“Welcome to Catalina’s. How many are in your party?” the snooty looking hostess asks.

“I’m actually meeting someone.” I tell her nervously.

“Name.” she says, almost flippantly, like I’m an annoyance to her.

“Draco Gallant,” I tell her, trying to convey some assertiveness into my tone. I mean I’m fucking Arizona Racanelli. I don’t let people intimidate me, so why am I letting her?

She immediately looks at me, letting her eyes trail up and down my body sneeringly. “Ah yes, Mr. Gallant is here and waiting for your arrival. Follow me.” she spits out through gritted teeth as she turns and walks away, glancing momentarily over her shoulder to check if I’m following. Yeah bitch, I am!

She leads me through the tables in the dining room, towards the back to a set of french doors. She grasps the handles and opens the doors inward. She’s standing in front of me, so I’m not able to see into the room, but with the seductive way she is walking now, I can guess.

“Mr. Gallant, your guest has arrived.” she says, and I give an internal smirk at her snidish tone, almost as she feels she is above me.

“Arianna, please sit.” he speaks in his deep baritone voice that sends shivers straight to my core, as he stands. “Denise, that’ll be all.” he says to the hostess, dismissing her when he notices her still standing there.

I move to the empty spot at the table in front of him as Denise turns with a jerk, and I swear she stomps out of the room like a kid throwing a tantrum.

I take a seat as she makes her retreat from the room, Draco following suit behind me, resuming his spot in front of me.

“I’m happy you could join me, Arianna.”

“Arizona.” I quickly correct him.

“Yes, that’s the name you seem to prefer to be called. I, however, will not be using that name. You will be Arianna, or Lil’ Witch depending upon the moment.” he tells me, and why does that make me wet instantly.

“So, Professor Gallant, what exactly is this dinner about? You made it pretty clear in your text the first day of school the booty call was off the table. So, what’s with the fancy dinner? What did you want to talk about?” I question, trying to reign in my traitorous pussy.

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