RAVEN
Isettled into my chair with a big glass of wine, thankful that my workday was done. I had barely had a sip when the doorbell rang, followed by the front door opening. That could only mean that Leah was here. She was the only person that would just walk in. I set my glass down and rose to meet her.
“Come sit with me in the living room and have a glass of wine. I didn’t know you were coming over.”
“I didn’t want to give you the chance to say no.”
“No to what?” I asked, my eyes narrowing.
“Hear me out,” she said, holding her hands up in surrender.
“I am not going on another blind date. No fucking way.”
“Paul wasn’t that bad.”
“Leah, the man showed up with a damn pocket protector and had the personality of a speed bump. If you’re not here to set me up, why are you standing there looking guilty? And why are you dressed to kill?”
“I don’t look guilty,” she hmphed, “I bought us tickets for tonight. You need to get dressed.”
“Stop beating around the bush. Tickets for what?”
“A club downtown and, before you refuse, the tickets are non-refundable. Raven, you can’t sit at home every night with a glass of wine and Netflix. You need to get out of the house, mingle with people, and, hell, maybe even meet a man.”
“You know I’m not a club person. Let me reimburse you for the ticket.”
“Not a chance, you wouldn’t be able to afford it. Let’s go. One way or another, you’re coming with me tonight. I’ll drag your ass there in pajamas if I have to.”
She grabbed my arm and pulled me into my bedroom, opening my closet door. She groaned as she went through my closet. I knew what she was thinking. I had nothing suitable for a night out on the town. I looked at what she was wearing and let out a groan of my own. The woman looked fucking hot in tight, black leather pants, molded perfectly to her ass. She wore a royal blue tank top that sat a couple inches above her waist and had a deep V that showed off her ample cleavage.
There was no way in hell I would ever look as good as she did. She pulled a few things out of my closet and tossed them on my bed. She walked over to my dresser, opened the top drawer, and pulled out my lacy black push-up bra and the matching thong. They landed on my bed, followed by garters and stockings. Apparently, I was going all out tonight.
“Why don’t you hop in the shower while I try to decide which of your wallflower outfits will get you laid.”
“Leah!”
“What? Maybe it’ll loosen you up.”
“I’m not sleeping with anyone tonight. You know I don’t do hookups.”
“Whatever, go shower,” she said, rolling her eyes.
I let out an exasperated sigh, but hopped in the shower anyway. I didn’t doubt for a minute she’d throw me over her shoulder and dump me in the trunk to get me there. When I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and yelped when I noticed Leah sitting at my vanity. She had a brush in one hand and a hairdryer in the other. She shot me a wide grin, waggled her eyebrows, and motioned me to sit in her place. I sat while she dried and styled my hair.
“Wait here,” she said, running back to the living room.
She returned with her makeup bag. I guess she was doing my makeup, too. By the time we left the house, she’d made me up like a doll and my ankles wobbled slightly as I tried to navigate in the 5” heels she’d brought for me. My feet were going to hurt like hell by the time I got home, but my ass and legs looked fucking spectacular.
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