After that amazing morning with Lori and Della, I decided to finally take that bath. The hot water felt so good against the bruised, aching skin of my pussy and ass. I soaked under those bubbles for nearly an hour until the water turned stone cold.
I ate a quick snack in my kitchen. I'd worked up an appetite, but I didn't want to ruin my lunch. I giggled to myself because I felt like a little kid promising not to eat too many cookies.
I got dressed in my favorite clothes. The jeans were form fitting but not trashy, and the white peasant blouse was light and airy. I added some jewelry, something I usually skipped. According to Beverly, most clients didn't want to "work around ornaments" like necklaces or earrings, and rings were frowned upon because they could be seen as a sign of commitment.
I slipped on my gold bracelet and matching necklace and earrings and even put on my gold sapphire ring. I painted my nails dark, shiny red to compliment the shirt and dabbed on just the right amount of makeup, sticking to light, earthy colors.
I did my hair last, brushing it and pulling one side away from my face, holding it up with a simple clip. I sprayed on my best perfume and I was officially ready.
I looked at the clock and sighed. It wasn't even one o'clock. It only took ten minutes to get to the restaurant. I pulled a book off the shelf and settled down in the chair to wait.
After a half hour of pretending to read and not actually catching a word, not to mention looking at the clock about every two minutes, I was ready to admit defeat. There was no point in sitting in my apartment another minute. I was driving myself crazy.
I went downstairs, ignoring everything and everyone around me, and practically flew to my car. I was going to be ridiculously early, but I didn't care. I figured I could always drive around for a while to kill some time.
Who was I kidding, anyway? All I wanted to do was see Andrew, to talk to him and have him close to me, maybe hold his hand or get a kiss.
It was actually ridiculous since he'd hired me as a hooker and we'd already seen each other naked, not to mention had sex, but I wanted a romance. I'd never gotten into that stuff, not even back in high school. It was probably from his whole prom fantasy.
Whatever it was, I had a feeling it was there to stay.
I drove around aimlessly for a while before finally heading to the restaurant. I pulled into the lot and took a final look at myself in the rear view mirror. I got out, making sure I had my purse. I'd offered to pay for lunch, and I meant it.
I walked up to the door, still very early, and saw Andrew standing there waiting for me. He was wearing jeans and a blue polo-style shirt with black work boots. It was a total contrast to the tuxedo, but he still looked great.
"Hi," he said, smiling. "You're early."
"So are you."
"Yeah well, you know, I got out of work and there wasn't really much sense in going home for an hour."
I gestured at his damp hair. "You showered at work?"
He blushed and I smiled. "Well you know, I might have stopped along the way."
"Hungry?" I asked, changing the subject for him.
