Our Way - Page 284

I smile like a school girl as I type in my reply.

Yes, please.

xoxo

I wait for his reply. I imagine him on his couch, pondering his reply.

What’s your address?

I jig on the couch and type in my address, and then another message bounces in.

About 8:30 p.m.?

I jump from the couch in excitement.

Sounds great.

xoxo

I glance at my watch. Oh shit, that’s only an hour away. I need to shower and wash my hair. I glance down at my legs. I need laser. This won’t do. I need to be irresistible and downright fucking hot.

I make my way to the bathroom and get my razor out. Hmm, it’s not in my makeup bag. I tear through the bathroom cabinet. None.

“Shit. Where are all my fucking razors?” I haven’t seen any since the move. Did I throw them all out?

Surely not?

I march into my bedroom and begin to look through my toiletries like a mad woman. You don’t send someone an eggplant and then turn up hairy.

I can’t believe I sent someone an eggplant. I giggle at the prospect. What the hell? I’ve hit a new low.

I keep looking for a razor on a mission. “Fuck it.”

I go back into the bathroom and tear the cupboard apart and then sit on the floor in a dilemma.

I have two options: run to the store two blocks away and grab a razor, or turn up looking like a gorilla.

“Store.” I grab my keys and run out the door in a rush.

An hour later, I pour myself a wine. The last hour has felt like running a marathon. I felt like I was in the Amazing Race or something. The closest store was out of razors, so I ran to the one six blocks away, got caught in the rain, my shoe got caught in a drain, and I fell over and bruised my knees. I ran all the way home and shaved my legs and all my bits, then I discovered that I’m out of hair conditioner after I’ve already washed it. So now I look like a fuzzy bear… but at least my body is as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

Just how he likes it.

I sip my wine. He had better appreciate all of this preparation.

There’s knock on the door and I hunch my shoulders up in excitement.

He’s here.

I tighten the cord on my silk robe I’m naked underneath it, aiming to be a sex kitten. I open the door in a rush.

My face falls when I see a man standing there. “Delivery for Eliza Bennet.”

“Oh.” I frown. “It’s very late.”

The delivery man widens his eyes. “And urgent, apparently.”

It’s a big box, hmm. “Okay.”

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