His Vanilla Girl | ✔

Chapter Fourteen

Maria stared at her outfit on the bed while she stood in the nude. She chose a white blouse with a plunging neck line, a black knee length flowing skirt, and her usual cotton cardigan. But what she was having trouble deciding was whether or not to wear the underwear that was on the bed.

He did warn her before she hung up the phone that if she wore underwear, he’d spank her, but she always wore underwear. Well, except when she goes to bed, then she goes full nude. Nighties and jammie bottoms weren’t very comfortable to sleep in.

And what was she supposed to do if she got excited. At least undies provided a barrier between her parts and her outer clothes. Did she dare to be daring again? Would he really spank her if she didn’t listen? It’s not like he’s in good enough shape to do her any harm right now.

Maria smirked. Spanking her would make his head hurt, so she opted for the underwear. She hasn’t signed the contract yet and they were just having dinner, so she couldn’t imagine anything coming out of her little rebellion.

Looking at her watch, she noticed time was quickly passing and he would be there any second. Quickly, she threw on her clothes, brushed her hair, dabbed a touch of lip gloss on her lips and she was ready to go. Her mother always said make-up was just a mask, covering up the true beauty underneath and that it aged women quickly. Maria wasn’t sure how true that was, but she was thankful to have one less thing to worry about when getting ready.

Six o’clock came and went. He was a no show. She flopped on the couch, eyes burning with tears. He didn’t even have the decency to message her and let her know he wasn’t coming. Picking up her phone, she tried to call him but his phone was off, so she left a text message.

'I guess you’ll never know if I was going to wear underwear or not. Thanks for a lovely evening!'

Just as she clicked send, the door opened and Becky walked in. Seeing her face, she rushed over and joined Maria on the couch. “Okay, what happened? Spill it!”

“A no show.”

“I’m going to kill him!” Becky grabbed Maria’s phone and was starting to type on it when there was a knock at the door.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Maria stood up and walked across the living room. Upon opening the door she came across a very sheepish looking Sylvester. “I’m very sorry. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until six o’clock.”

“I thought you stood me up.”

“And miss the chance to have dinner with you again? Never. I must have been more tired than I thought,” he said, giving her a suggestive wink.

Images of their rendezvous last night jumped into her mind. The bed, the shower, the floor. Her cheeks burned as her thoughts went down memory lane. It was at least 4 in the morning before they finally dozed off and she had to be at work at Nine.

Becky was looking at them curiously. Despite all the texts that zipped back and forth between her and her roomie that day, she still never told her all the juicy details. Becky did, however, rant about Nathan who was still insisting that she wasn’t ready, and in her anger Becky broke up with him.

If Maria hadn’t already had plans with Sylvester, she would stay and spoil Becky silly. Instead, since she was going out, she promised Becky that they would have a movie night tomorrow evening and watch a horror movie where men are the targets. Happily her roomie agreed.

“Shall we go?” he asked, holding out his arm.

Maria gave Becky a quick hug. “I promise to call if anything happens.”

“You better or I’ll beat down his door with a baseball bat looking for you.”

As they walked out of her apartment, Sylvester slipped an arm around her waist and said, “Remind me not to make her mad.”