The Good One (The Ones)

“Night, beautiful.” We hang up, and it takes me a while to fall asleep. I’m trying to think about what I have to wear that fits into the knock his socks off category. The dress I wore to Club Noir was the only one I had that was that sexy. I guess I’ll be shopping after work tomorrow. Darn.

When I get home from work and my little shopping excursion, I still have a couple of hours before Donovan is going to be here to get me. I’m excited to see what he has planned. I’ve never been one for surprises, but I’m finding it depends on who’s giving the surprise. So far, Donovan has knocked it out of the park, so I know I’ll love wherever we end up.

I take care in getting ready, shaving and buffing everywhere I can. My skin is as smooth as I’ve ever felt it when I slip my new dress on. I decided to go classic black, but the dress itself is anything but classic. It has a long sleeve lace bodice that is sheer so you can see my satin black bra underneath. The skirt is a solid black but overlaid with the same lace as the bodice. This is by far the sexiest dress I’ve ever worn and I love it. Donovan said to wear something sexy, and this dress fits the bill to perfection. My eyes are smoky and my lips pale. My heels are high and make my legs look long and incredible. I feel amazing, which should always be the goal when getting dressed up.

There’s a knock at the door as I’m doing the last buckle on my spiked black heels. Damn, these are hot shoes. I open the door and there stands Donovan, dressed in black, head to toe. Fitted black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and black pants that accentuate his strong thighs, and an ass I can bounce a quarter off. Dang, he looks good. He leans in to kiss my neck and gives me a lick under my ear.

“You taste as good as you look, baby. That dress. Fuck. You’re a goddess.”

I smile at him and give him a soft kiss on his delectable lips.

“Thank you. Not so bad yourself, handsome. Come in a second. I just want to grab my purse.” He steps in and I grab a little clutch just big enough for my phone and lip gloss. I turn to him and make my way back to the door.

“So where to?” He looks at me and takes a breath, staring into my eyes.

“Club Noir.”