Sleeping With My Married Ex

Chapter 7

I'm not sure if I'm allowed to say this about myself, but...damn I look good. The Diane von Furstenberg low-cut, backless, maxi dress was worth every single penny of the threehundred dollars I've shelled out for it. I'm not big on name brand clothing. I can never keep up with fashion. That's not to say I don't dress nicely, but I don't consciously look for the newest style or most popular name. I don't even know who Diane von Furstenberg is, but he or she sure can design. Although, the dress did require some alterations because of my small frame. I had to have the bust part hemmed. I'm not that big in that area, something I've always been happy about. There was nothing holding me back or anything to hold down when I was younger and played on some sports team or another. In general, I haven't looked this elegant and classy since senior prom.

The silver four inch ankle strap heel brings me up to five-feet-seven-inches. Just tall enough for me to not step on the dress. I need to thank my neighbor Samantha for suggesting the shoe. I'm just happy I managed to catch the shoe on sell.

Deciding on a hairstyle had been a bit more complicated then choosing an outfit. I wasn't sure whether to wear it up or down. Usually I wear it down with a maxi dress, but this wasn't my usual summer dress. This was a $300 gown. After testing different styles, I just gave up, pulled the front up into a hump, clipped the back together and let my hair fall into one long spiral curl. It's not casual, but it's also not overly sophisticated. Everything worked together.

I keep my jewelry to a minimum. I have three piercings in each ear, so I wear simple studs in the second and third hole, and a sleek dangle earring in the first. No necklace because of the way the dress ties around my next. But I do wear a bracelet that matches my earring.

I glance at my clock. Twenty minutes before Warren arrives to pick me up. The hospital is hosting a gala of sorts tonight, and my boss wants me to attend, work the guest, sell our department so we can receive more funding. I don't know why he wants me to do this. I'm not sociable at all. My ability to fake it might be why he thinks I'd do a good job at this. Warren's also attending, so we decided to just go together.

Checking myself in the mirror once more to make sure everything is sitting where it's suppose to sit, I smile, ecstatic that the swelling from having my wisdom teeth removed went down two days ago. My mouth still hurt a bit, but I no longer needed to pop percocet's every few hours. Good. It's insane how well those things work.

With nothing else to do, I stop admiring myself in the mirror, grab my shawl and purse, and decided to wait for him down in the lobby. He wanted to get out and meet me at my apartment door, but that was a little too formal for me.

Walking off of the elevator, I look around to find a seat when I hear a cat call come from the front door. I turn to Sam, my friend and one of my neighbors, snapping her fingers in a saucy way. "Work it gurrrlll," she calls out. I spin around in a circle, modeling my dress, and then kick one leg out of the split that runs up the front of the dress to show my shoe. "That's a bad shoe," she says. 

"All thanks to you. But you have no idea how many hours I spent walking around my apartment in these things to get use to them." 

"All worth it babe, all worth it. I'll talk to you tomorrow." 

"Definitely."

Once Sam leaves, I walk over to the corner to take a seat. It's not until I'm at the corner do I notice the people sitting there.

"Damn!" Anthony draws the word out for a few seconds.  

I smile brightly. "Damn yourself."

Donovan and Anthony are sitting there wearing slacks and nicely pressed button shirts. It's the most formal dressed I've ever saw them, and I wonder what it would look like if they were completely dressed. Like suit and tie dressed. I bet they'd stop traffic. They certainly would stop me.