Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“No, I don’t think so. I met this cute guy at the grocery store the other day. His name is Matt, and I’m meeting him at a bar in a few hours.”
“Of course you are. You’re too cute to not have men falling at your feet.”
“Oh, you’re much too kind. But look at you – having a super-hot guy plan a crazy, romantic, secret date. Now that is a guy who wants to impress you.” I’ve taken my comfy clothes off and put my black dress on. Looking in the mirror, I fully agree with Mamie’s choice. I love the way this dress looks on me. It accentuates my curves in all the right ways.
“You don’t know that he’s super-hot.”
“I can feel it in my bones, girl. This guy is gorgeous. I know it.” Mamie is so goofy. But she is right about Brick being hot. He is hotter than the sun.
I make sure to look at myself in this dress from every angle. I have worn it multiple times, but this is my first time wearing it for a guy I have such strong feelings for.
“You were right about the dress. I think he’s going to love it.”
“That’s good. I’m so happy for you! I do have one question, though.”
“What is it?”
“Are you ever going to tell me his name?” I’ve been keeping it all really vague, making sure not to use Brick’s name. I’m sure Mamie would do her best to keep the secret, but the more people who know, the more likely other people find out. When I’m ready, I’ll tell my friend, but for now, I’m going to keep this between Brick and me.
“We’re keeping it all under wraps right now, but I will tell you once things aren’t as secretive. It’s just that how we met is kind of weird, so we’re trying to be extra careful, you know.”
“Is it really that weird?”
“Kind of. It’s hard to explain without giving it away, but I promise I will tell you. I also want to see where this whole thing goes, too, before saying anything. Don’t want to jinx it.”
“Oh, okay. I can wait. I’m sure it's a secret worth waiting for.” I love my best friend so much. She’s always there when I need her to be.
I check my phone and realize I’ve got to get going. Brick is going to be here soon, and I don’t want to keep him waiting outside for too long.
“I’ve got to head out. It’s almost time for me to meet my date. I don’t think my parents are going to contact you, but if they do, we’re just spending the evening together. I’m not going to give them any specifics, so it shouldn’t be too crazy.”
“I got you, girl. Go have a great time with your secret boyfriend on your secret date.” Mamie and I laugh before saying goodbye and hanging up. I take another look in the mirror. I like everything I’m seeing. I applied very light makeup – enough to enhance, but nothing crazy. And I feel so confident in this dress.
Tonight should be amazing.
I grab my trench coat, putting it on so that it covers my entire outfit. There isn’t an inch exposed that would cause my parents to ask too many questions. I thought that last week I was being super deceptive, but now that feeling has only gotten even more intense. I’m secretly going on a date with my dad’s boss.
Oh my goodness.
Now isn’t the time to think about how morally gray this whole situation is, though. I’m just going to go out and have some fun. I deserve it after working so hard all of the time.
I head downstairs and walk into the living room, where my parents are hanging out.
“Hi, honey,” my mom looks up from her knitting when she hears me approaching. “Are you going out?” My dad looks up from his book at her question.
“Uh, yeah. I’m going over to Mamie’s place to hang out. I might be out late, so you guys shouldn’t wait up for me.”
“That’s no problem. Have fun with your friend!” my mom says. My dad just nods.
I throw my purse over my shoulder and leave the house. That was a much shorter conversation than I had anticipated. My parents are so trusting. Of course, I’m an adult, so there isn’t a whole lot they can stop me from doing, but I am generally honest with them about my whereabouts.
When I walk around the corner and see a sports car pull up, all previous thoughts go out of my head. The window goes down; it’s Brick. He’s gorgeous sitting in the driver’s seat looking at me through the passenger side window. The breath leaves my body at the sight of him.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” I answer, leaning over to get a better look at him.