"They call you the seductress of the night. A woman trained to kill who doesn't fear anything. They call you heartless and alluring. Where is that woman now?" He asks as his hand slowly inched up my thigh, getting closer to my clit.
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Finally, the day has arrived.
I was getting ready for the impending and forthcoming night, on a Friday. In order to assist me, I called Arabella on the phone.
She was there to help me because I had no idea what I was supposed to wear. I was under a lot of pressure from Romano. Normally, I was at ease around him and didn't care how I looked but this evening I was anxious. I was anxious because my goal was to do it correctly.
I sighed in exasperation and anger. In annoyance, I swiped my fingers across my face. I was having a hard time finding interest in a dress, my clothes were strewn in a disorderly fashion across my bed. Romano had told me to dress in sexy yet comfortable attire. I was, however, overanalyzing this.
Was it a certain type of date? A formal meal or a casual meal? What outfit was suitable for both occasions? What did "sexy yet comfortable" mean? Why am I thinking so hard on this?
Why was I giving this so much thought? It was just a date... with a man who would kill for me. A man who gave me the best fucking orgasm in a restaurant. With my hands on my hips, I glanced over the dresses.
I gave a little huff and plopped down on my bed. I was still contemplating what to wear when he was supposed to pick me up in about an hour. The problem was that, despite Romano's reassurance, I look good in everything. I stretched out on the bed and peered up at the ceiling.
"This isn't your first date, and you're acting like a teenager," Arabella's voice came across the phone to me. Knowing that what she was saying was accurate, I rolled my eyes. She's right.
"Shut up." I sat up on the bed and scanned through the many pieces of clothing. I stood up, as a certain dress caught my eye.
"What about this?" I remarked while holding a black dress with a slit and skin-tight spaghetti straps. The smooth silk material almost entirely encased my left leg, leaving my right leg exposed due to the dress's short, high leg cut.
With her pointer finger raised and pointed at the outfit, Arabella let out a gasp, her jaw was hanging open. "Yes. That's the one." Was all she said. Her response made me chuckle.
My phone chimed, to let me know I had a message. It was sent by Romano.
Romano: Hi angel. I'll be by yours in half an hour.
I read the text. Half an hour?! I made the decision to stop wasting anymore time and headed to put the dress on. As I brought the garment up to my bare body, I silently chanted for it to fit me. I exhaled a breath of relief once I had successfully pulled the dress over my head and it slid down my torso. It fit perfectly. Around my hips, it was a little tight, but I didn't mind. With a smile on my face, I used my palm to smooth out the material of the dress. It felt soft to the touch.
When I looked in the mirror, my lips were slightly pursed. I whirled to the side and noticed the shape of my ass and slightly covered back. My hair fell like a waterfall down my back, halting just above my waist as I decided to leave it down.
