"I'm coming but won't be there till later Friday night. I have to wait for my roommate Ris to get here."
"You're bringing a friend? She hot?" Jason says as his face lights up.
"Well, she ain't ugly," I laugh as I start to walk away.
"She better not be," he says in all seriousness.
Jason knows of Ris, so he will be looking forward to meeting her. I feel more relaxed and excited about the weekend now.
I make my way back to the offices and get back to working with Gladys and Maureen. I never realized just how much she does for this shop behind closed doors. I am so glad she stuck around with my father for so long.
CONSUMED BY MOUNTAINS OF KNOWLEDGE, paperwork, and filing from Maureen as she goes over every detail of her daily routine, I check the time; it's four-thirty now. Shit. I should head home to get ready for my date with Luke tonight, but I don't want to just up and leave. I wonder what time Maureen usually heads home for the day, as I know the shop closes at 5 p.m.
"We can pick up here tomorrow, ladies. It's time for me to get home and soak my feet," Maureen says as she slips off her work shoes and puts her everyday shoes on.
They do not look much different from each other. I grab my purse and take out the milk I bought this morning then toss it into the trash. What a waste that was! Tomorrow if I get milk, I must remember to put it in the fridge as soon as I get here.
I tell Gladys and Maureen to have a great rest of their day then head out to my car. As I walk through the shop, I notice Luke finished the truck he was working on when I was last out here and is now under the hood of a different classic car. I can tell he loves doing his job, just like my father did.
Here at my dad's shop, they work on nothing but classic vehicles, so anything newer than 1996 must go to a standard auto body shop. My dad dedicated a good portion of his life, keeping the classics on the road. He didn't want them to be forgotten. Luke told me that they added a paint booth to the shop's side because my dad was getting sick of sending cars out for paint jobs that he'd have to wait forever to come back. My dad and Ernie hired some incredible auto painters, which has brought in a lot more business.
Chapter Sixteen
I rush from my vehicle into the house. I need to get ready. I fly up the stairs to get into the shower, while ripping my clothes off from today. As I wash my hair, I cannot help but daydream about what might happen on my date tonight with Luke. Will we kiss again? Will it be a full-on make-out session? I'm sort of nervous.
Will it go further? Am I ready for it to go further? I know I have been secretly fantasizing about what he looks like naked. However, when it comes down to it, I'm scared as hell thinking about it. I don't want sex to change anything or ruin what we have built up so far. We've come a long way in such a short time and having sex now may complicate things.
That is if he even wants to have sex with me. What if he doesn't want to? Oh, who am I kidding, every guy wants to get laid. Right?
I step out of the shower and put on some of my nourishing Pure Romance body lotion. I love the smell of this stuff, and it makes my skin so smooth and silky. I skip down to my room like an overly excited child. I grab some sexy lace boy shorts and my nude strapless bra before heading back to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. I check the time, five forty-five.
Ugh, he's going to be here in less than two hours, and I do not know what I'm going to wear. I open my music app on my phone and select a pop station from Pandora.
I blow dry my hair, straighten it, then add some curls to give it a little volume. I apply a subtle smoky eye, not too over the top and trashy, though. I put on a light pink lip gloss and cover it with my twenty-four-karat gold flake lip gloss. I blot my lips, do a hair flip while running my hand through it before flipping back up and heading to my room.
I dance down the hallway as I jam out to the music blaring from my phone in the bathroom. I enter my room and have no clue what I plan to wear tonight. I do not want to wear business casual, and I do not want to dress like a tomboy, which I have been doing lately. I graze over the clothes in my closet and come across the dress my father bought me for my High School graduation. I have not worn it since that day. It's practically brand new.
It's a cute little yellow floral sundress with spaghetti straps. It's mid-thigh length, has a high low ruffle hemline, and the back-tie strings lace-up to the waist with a cinched look. I slip it over my head and look at myself in the mirror. It still fits; my body fills it out a lot better now than when I graduated. I grab a necklace, my jean jacket, and light tan sandal heels. I head back into the bathroom to check over my hair and makeup. I apply some fragrance mist to my hair, dress, and lady bits before shutting off the light and making my way downstairs to wait for Luke. I check the clock, proud of myself that I am ready with twenty minutes to spare.
I sit down on the couch and turn
