It wasn’t even daylight when I woke up the next morning. I couldn’t remember the last time I was up this early, but I had to be I guess. For once, my morning was not routine. In getting ready, I made sure to wear something that brought out every positive of my physique. I considered wearing tight jeans, but then realized it wouldn’t be such a great idea. Instead I decided on a short skirt and a real cute, tight spaghetti strap tank top. And of course I wore some sexy heels.

I even curled my hair and did my make up a little different. After being rejected so many times, I just wanted to have someone who liked me. I wasted no time eating. Instead I left soon after I got ready. As I locked the door behind me and looked at the empty hall next to me, I realized how much it sucked that I couldn’t tell Ashley the truth. I left the building and walked around the edge of the park, outside the fence, and made it to work with a few minutes to spare.

When I walked in the door, Jessica looked at me with a shocked look on her face. She always dressed like this. I guess she was like Ashley in that sense. She just didn’t expect me to dress like this. I smiled at her almost in a shy sense. “You sure are here early.” She said to me as she walked close to me. Her body closed the distance between us; however her lips remained a small bit away. I just wished and wished that she would kiss me first. I hated making the first move.

She slowly inched her lips towards mine. As soon as the velvety skin touched, it got very heated, very fast. Our hands were traveling anywhere they could find. Her nails were raking at my abdomen causing little bumps to pop up in a few places. My hands were on her ass, pulling her closer and closer to me. When she pulled away I groaned at the loss of contact. “I’m so sorry, Spencer. But I can’t do this.”

“Why not” I asked suddenly.

She sighed as she walked behind the counter. “We haven’t even been on a date yet. I mean, you don’t seem like the screw-so-soon kind of girl. I’m sorry.” She began fiddling in the compartment above her head where the cigarettes were kept. I didn’t know she smoked.