Near Damn Dirty

It seems that Lucas Lucero got one over me…and I will give him that. He caught me off guard, needless to say on my own ground, but I have wallowed in my own pity for a day, and I am now ready to strike back.

Savanah is still finding it absolutely to her enjoyment that the player played the player and that yes, I will admit, the man does know what to do with certain…

Let us just stop that thought before I work myself up.

I need to work on getting myself dressed as we are heading out to the club tonight. So after spending endless hours trying to figure out what I am going to wear to send Lucas’s heart racing, I settle on a pair of black hot pants that glitters in the glare of the light. A tiny crop top displaying a generous amount of cleavage and, the most essential, my red stiletto boots. With one twirl, Savanah gives me the all-important nod.

But she has a few words, “I am starting to think that you are doing this for our Mr. Luc