Operation Date Escape
to check up on me, didn’t she?”
“Now why would you think...? Oh, hell. Yes, I admit your mother suggested I call to see how things are going with you when she called me five minutes ago.”
At least, her mother was bothering someone else beside her. She’d already had to deal with her mother’s pre-date pep talk. One she had come to know by heart. Show a lot of leg. Wear something sexy that accentuates your figure. And smile a lot. Her mother obviously had her confused with one of Hugh Hefner’s Playboy bunnies. Something she was not.
“The date’s still on if that’s what you two are worried about.”
“Don’t be silly. We’re not worried,” her friend replied, but she didn’t sound very confident. “I mean what woman in her right mind would cancel a dinner date with a hottie like Cole Maxwell?”
Kelsie made her way around the bed. If she were in her right mind, she would.
“So are you really going to do it?” Nanci asked.
“Do what?” she asked as she stepped over to the dresser. Knowing her friend, ‘do it’ could have a whole lot of connotations to it. Phone perched between her cheek and shoulder, she began gathering up all her discarded purses.
“You know,” Nanci said. “Wear that lace thong you bought at Victoria’s Secret.”
“If you’re referring to this thing I have hiked halfway up my butt crack, then yes, I’m wearing it.”
“Ooh, I didn’t think you’d do it. The calendar stud is going to love it!”
She carried the armful of purses back into the walk-in closet and returned them to their storage box. “Well, that would make one of us.”
“Oh, come on. They’re not that bad. And guys love them.”
“Then let the men wear them.”
“Actually, there was this one guy I dated who was fascinated by my underwear. Not the ones on me, but the ones in my drawer. It seems he was into wearing women’s thongs.”
“Eeew,” Kelsie said with a shudder.
“My thoughts exactly. Needless to say, I dumped his ass. I mean I don’t mind sharing my dessert with a guy. Or even my deodorant. But my panties are off limits.”
“I don’t think I have to worry about Cole wanting to wear my thong.”
“Just wanting to get into it?”
“He can want all he wants. But he isn’t getting in or even getting a peek at my underwear.” Of course, he might if she didn’t hurry up and decide on something to wear on their date.
“You never know,” Nanci argued with a giggle. “Just wait until you’re all alone with Mr. Nice Ass in Tight Jeans and see if you’re not dying to have the guy peel all your clothes off.”
Kelsie frowned. She was already dying to have him peel her clothes off. And it was all Cole’s fault for looking at her the way he did. For kissing her the way he had.
Help!
“I hate to cut you off,” she told her friend, “but I really need to finish getting ready.”
“Okay. Just promise me you aren’t going to wear that awful ‘nun’ blouse you bought last month.” Nanci clicked her tongue. “Can you say major fashion faux pa?”
She was referring to the white silk blouse Kelsie had picked up from the clearance rack a few weeks before. According to Nanci, it ranked right up there with a nun’s habit because it was virginal white and didn’t show off any cleavage. As if she had that much to show.
“I’m not,” she assured her. Although it was lying in the pile of things she’d already tried on. Red bra, white blouse, not a good combination.
“Thank God. Oh, and before I let you go, I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.”
“Sure.”
“Do you think you and Cole could swing by the office and pick up a bag I left on the counter by the phone when I went in last night to confirm patients for Monday? I’d go myself, but John picked up my car this morning to work on the transmission and I’m without back up wheels.”
John was an auto-mechanic from Reynoldsburg Nanci used to date. Kelsie glanced at the clock. Cole was going to be there in twenty minutes. She had to get a move on.
“Can’t you pick it up tonight when you and Joe go out?”
“I would, but we’re headed the other way. And it’s not something I want to leave lying around for anyone to find. But if it’s too much trouble...”
She wasn’t even going to ask. Knowing Nanci, it was probably sexually oriented pictures of her and one of her many boyfriends. Maybe even a home video.
“I’ll do it,” she replied as she grabbed up a pair of indigo
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