Athena sighed, unsure why she was feeling this way, this restless, this uncertain, when her date partner was Antonio.
She turned to the side, then to the other side, watching herself in the mirror, watching her body clad in a red fitted gown that stopped on her knee, with a sling-back black heel.
Not hot. She thought. Just modest enough not to put across an information that she wanted sex alongside the date.
A deep inhale. Maybe she had been too fast agreeing to this date?
Maybe she should have taken more days of rest? Use that as an excuse perhaps when he had asked her out?
A deep exhale. But she had only wanted to just stop him from hunting for more information, hence the ready agreement to the date.
Now, Athena was thinking that she had made a wrong call. A knock sounded on the door.
Please be Gianna. She chanted as she walked toward the exit, to let in her visitor.
Unfortunately, it was just Aiden.
