The Thread Between Danny and Me

Chapter 25: Back in my life

"Okay Babe," Ashley-Claire said over Skype. "Let's see your wardrobe. What are we thinking?"

"I don't know," I groaned. "I don't even know what this coffee meeting is."

"Well, whatever it is, we are definitely having you flaunt a little. He can see what he's been missing, the jerk. When do you need to leave?"

"Twenty-five minutes from now."

"Okay. We got time."

I slowly moved my phone so Ashley-Claire could see what was hanging up.

"Ooo. Stop right here. Those jeans. Let's see them!"

I pulled them off the hook and held them up. They were dark and had some fray at the bottom.

"Are they tight around your butt?"

"Very."

"Yep. Put those on for me."

"Okay hold on a sec." I set the phone down.

I pulled the jeans on. They were tight, but since they were high-waisted, they flaunted my curves. After I zipped them, I picked the phone up and showed Ashley-Claire in the mirror.

"Amazing. Your ass looks perfect, Maria. You'll drive him crazy."

I wanted to believe that was true but felt so unsure. "Okay, what next?"

"Let's see your shirts."

I moved the phone down the line of blouses I had.

"Stop. That silky black one is speaking to me."

I pulled it off and showed it to her.

"Yeah, put that on."

I put the phone down again and slipped the blouse on, buttoned it, and picked the phone back up.

Ashley-Claire grinned. "It's almost perfect. Just...do me a favor. Unbutton one of those buttons."

"But then my cleavage is going to show."

"Yep. That's the point, Babe. We are flaunting."

I rolled my eyes but did as she requested. A hint of my bra now showed.

"Do you have a different colored bra?"

"Uh...I have a red and a black one that would work."

"Red! Put the red one on."

I laughed. "No, Ash. I'm drawing the line there. But I'll put on the black one."

She pouted.

"Sorry," I said, still laughing. "That's a little too much for me right now. But point taken. A tan bra isn't going to work. Hold on."

I set the phone down.

"What kind of underwear are you wearing?"

"Ash!" I shouted as I got changed. "Whatever is happening tonight, he is not coming back here. No sex."

"You never know," she sang from the phone that was still face up.

"I know," I said confidently. "Even if he confessed his undying love to me, which I doubt he would, that would be too overwhelming. I don't think I could handle it."

Especially because...well...

"I get it," she said while I buttoned the blouse again. "That would be a lot."

I picked the phone up and showed her in the mirror.

"You're beautiful," she said. "And hot. Your hair is perfect. I love that you let it be more natural now."