Lindsey’s Wolves(2)
“Thanks, Kara.”
A familiar knock sounded at the door, sending a chill down Lindsey’s spine. Three firm raps. “Shit.”
“What’s the matter?”
“The Bible Trio is here again.” She peeked through the edge of the curtain on the front window to verify her suspicions.
“Jeez. They’ve been by there a lot lately, haven’t they?”
“Yeah, guess they are really intent on saving my soul. They won’t take no for an answer. I’ve stopped opening the door. It’s the end of my summer break. In just a few weeks I have to start working and enter the real world. I don’t need them constantly putting a damper on my good times.”
“I’m sorry, Lin. Ignore them. They’ll get the hint one of these days.”
“Thanks, Kara. I know they’ve been a pain in your and Jess’s butts over the years too. I appreciate your support.”
“No worries. Think about your date tonight instead. And stop by whenever you want. We’ll have drinks or something. I’ll make a dessert.”
“Perfect.”
“And, Lin, don’t worry if you can’t make it. I’ll understand. If it just seems too weird, or you’re having too much fun, just don’t show.”
“’Kay. Wish me luck.”
* * * *
Lindsey stood in front of her full-length mirror and couldn’t believe the vision in front of her. “Is that even me?” she asked Jessica.
“It’s you, all right. A little more makeup than usual. A few curls in that long straight hair. A tight dress. And voila.” Jess sat cross-legged on Lindsey’s bed, leaning forward over her knees with her chin on one hand. “You look to die for.”
Lindsey wasn’t sure. “Is it too much? I didn’t look anything like this when I met him. Maybe he likes his women a bit more … plain.”
“Girl, you never look ‘plain,’ so that can’t be true. Even without makeup, hair in a ponytail, wearing sweats, you look like a tall cover model.” Jessica ran a hand through her own short locks. “Wish I had your long, thick hair.”
“Are you kidding? I’d kill for your sophisticated style.” Jess always looked put-together, even first thing in the morning. Her short, dark hair with blonde-tipped highlights always appeared salon perfect. Multiple dainty diamond and hoop earrings added to her glamour.
“Whatever.” Jess raised her eyebrows.
“Well, thanks for the ego boost.” She twisted and turned to see the back of the dress. “Is it too short?”
“No. Stop worrying. It’ll be great.”
“Yoga pants, by the way.”
“Huh?”
“I wasn’t wearing sweats yesterday. Yoga pants.”
They both laughed, and then Jessica turned serious. “I almost forgot to tell you. Those people came by again yesterday. I had words with them.”
“Shit. Yesterday too? They were here this morning again. I didn’t open the door. What did you tell them?”
“I said you were out and that you weren’t interested. And would they please stop calling and stopping by.”
“Not that it’ll do any good, but thanks.”
“No problem.”
The doorbell rang.
Lindsey turned around with a gasp. She shook all thoughts of her unwanted visitors from her head. Tonight was her night and she wasn’t about to let her past ruin even one second of her future. “He’s here already. Mr. Prompt. I’ll never be able to keep up with that.”
“Stop worrying. He isn’t taking you out because of your timeliness. He likes you.” Jess jumped up and headed for the front door. “How ’bout we let him in?” Her chuckle echoed as she sped down the hallway.
Lindsey took one more look in the mirror. Jess had, for the last hour, painstakingly helped her arrange her normally pin-straight hair until it now cascaded around her face in ringlets. She did look good, she had to admit.
Who cares? It’s just a date. Why did it seem like so much more?
Her dress was skimpy, by her standards, and black. Too short, but heck, you only live once. Hopefully, he’d find her long legs sexy.
Having very few occasions to wear heels, Lindsey carefully turned and stepped from the room, doing her best to avoid the piles of rejected clothes lying all over the floor. Hopefully, Alejandro wouldn’t want to see her private space. She’d die of embarrassment right now.
When she came around the corner, she sucked in a breath at the sight of Alejandro’s firm, sexy ass encased in perfect-fitting, black pants. The muscles in his thighs and butt made her want to squeeze them with her hands … or her legs…