Curled up in a quiet corner of the lobby, she sits alone, a book in her hand. She has chosen this location for a reason. It gives her a chance to be alone with her thoughts, while still watching the lobby for any sign of Him.
A few people walk by, glancing at her. They see only what she allows them to see; a pretty woman, with large, dark eyes when she looks up. She's dressed simply in a soft white blouse, long black skirt, and black boots that encase her legs to midcalf. She's completed the outfit with a thin leather band around her neck. Few people take the time to get close enough to see it though. She's left her hair loose and flowing over her shoulders, which hides it from most people's views.
She smiles to herself, knowing that those who walk through this lobby know nothing of her. They don't know that she came early to the meeting, on purpose. They don't know that as soon as she got there, she'd taken time in the bathroom to prepare herself. That she'd gone in and primped and made sure that her appearance would please Him. No one would know but her the time that she had taken with her appearance that morning; that she'd spent over an hour getting ready.
She was by nature, not someone who primped and fussed and made a big deal out of her appearance. Today though, was special. She had made sure to get a good night's sleep. She had gotten up and taken a steaming hot shower, being very careful in her bathing. She'd taken care with her shaving, her hands slipping over her wet body as she checked for any stray hair that might displease Him. She had been so tempted to slip her fingers down to play as she stroked the lotion over her arms and breasts. She had resisted that urge, rubbing the scented lotion into her legs. If she was naughty, he would surely know it. He had a tendency to know when she even had the urge to misbehave. The last thing she wanted to do was spend her first night with him, in trouble.
The drive hadn't seemed like 3 hours. She had gotten lost in her daydreams and thoughts of Him from the moment that she had pulled out of her driveway. Now, she was here, curled up in the corner of the couch, her book barely noticed as she watches for him. She hopes that she will see Him before He sees her, so that she will have those few moments of just cherishing his look. She is so proud to be His and she wants to cherish those moments of watching others look at Him, knowing it will be her that will share his bed and life for the next few days.
