That evening, I had no idea how crazy my night was going to turn out. Minutes before I stepped out of the house, I stood before my full-length mirror in my bedroom. I was wearing a long red gown that stopped just at my ankles. It was a free gown that swirled when I moved, but it didn’t hide my curves and my banging body.
“Damn…” I muttered as I adjusted the top of the gown; it was strapless and low-cut, so my cleavage was out there. I have big breasts, and they were pushing against the fabric of the gown. When I turned for my side view, I saw my big butt shooting out. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”
My phone began to ring on the bed behind me. I looked at it, and just as I expected, Dave was calling me. We had a movie date, and I was sure he was already at my gate, ready to pick me up. I picked up my phone and answered the call.
“Hi…” I said quietly.
“Hello, Angel,” Dave’s deep baritone filtered through the phone, causing a warm shiver to wash through me. “I’m at your gate.”
“Okay, I’m on my way.”
I picked up my purse, gave myself a once-over, and hurried out of the house. Dave was parked right outside the gate, and when he saw me, he stepped out of his car, walked around the vehicle, and came to hug me tight.
“My God…” he whispered as his arms tightened around me, “you look so much better in person.”
I smiled, “Thank you.”
He held the door open, and I climbed into the car. He then hurried back around and came to sit beside me in the driver’s seat. Our journey to the cinema began shortly after, and all through the trip, he couldn’t stop stealing glances at me. He was finding it hard to focus on his driving. The irony was that I couldn’t stop staring at him either. He was a fine specimen of a human. He was tall, dark, and handsome with a thick beard that lined his chin. He had the bad boy aura oozing all over him.