I’d been shocked when Anthony told me he slept in the buff. I’d never considered myself a prude, but even the thought of sleeping in the raw had a blush burning across my cheeks. But it was terribly warm. Oh why not—just this once? Slipping my nightgown off, I slid into the cool comfort of satin sheets.
The satin felt heavenly against my bare flesh. I’d never known just how luxurious satin sheets could feel until I’d bought the first set. Such luxuries were something Mark would never have approved. Now addicted, I owned several sets in white. I even had a red set, which I’d never used, just thinking about them made me flush.
The phone rang and Anthony’s soft voice came over the line turning my thoughts away from sexy sheets. Our nightly conversations were almost always the same. We’d catch up on each other’s day, have a sexy interlude and then speak quietly until one or both of us fell asleep holding the phone.
“What are you wearing, Darlin’?”
“Nothing.” I answered in my best sexy, siren voice.
“Hum…My mind is racing with that vision.”
This kind of beginning would normally lead to some exciting sex play, but tonight I was just too nervous.
“Aren’t you nervous, Anthony?”
“I’m excited and yes, nervous too. I guess I’m worried that this is a dream and when we meet it will crash around us. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint me, but I understand what you mean. I’m worried about the same thing.”
“You, my sweet angel, have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
I smiled; he always made me feel so beautiful. “I can’t believe that we’ll be together in the morning. We’ve waited so long.”
“I’ll let you go now, Anthony, so you can catch a few hours sleep.”
“Goodnight, my sweet Lisa, until tomorrow.”
“Night.” I forced myself to lay the phone on the cradle, knowing he’d not hang up until I did. Snuggling into the bed, I closed my eyes. I hoped sleep would come quickly and with it the morning—and Anthony.
Squinting my eyes at the early morning sunlight coming in the window, I rolled over and checked the time. Seven o’clock, I just had time to shower and get to the airport before Anthony’s flight came in at nine. I’d spent most of last evening deciding what to wear, but was still none too happy with my choice. I was nervous and getting more nervous by the minute. What if we hated each other on sight? What if there’s no chemistry? Oh, please let there be chemistry.
Strapping on my sandals, I took another look in the full-length mirror. The white eyelet blouse enhanced my light tan. The red skirt fell a good three inches above my knees and I wondered if I were being too obvious. So who cares if I’m being obvious? It’s a warm day and I want to look fresh and cool. Who am I kidding? I want to knock him out and have him wanting me so bad he couldn’t see straight. And then I want him to come back to my place and…. Giggling at the crudeness of my thoughts, I grabbed my purse and hurried to the car.
Copyright E. G. Parsons