“Nothing. I’m not going to do anything. No matter how much I want to. I respect his decision to keep things between us purely professional.” “Wow, you almost sounded like you meant that.” “I do.” I shove at her shoulder lightly. “So, all this is just for you then?” She waves a hand in front of me. Did I put a little (a lot) of extra effort into getting ready? Absolutely, I did. “Oh, hell no, I want him to die a little inside when he sees me in this dress.”
