Ruby
I’m just waking up on Saturday morning and have just gotten out of the shower when there’s a knock at my door.
“Just a minute!” I call out. I know it’s Atwood because I can smell his scent through the door, and frantically put on my robe before answering.
He looks me up and down. I’m almost positive that I can see a bit of an erection form in his pants when he looks at me, but I pretend that I don’t see it.
“Get dressed,” he says, holding out a box with a ribbon. “I’m taking you out.”
I take the box from him and take the lid off to reveal a beautiful red dress.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Shopping,” he says. “Just you and me.”
Before I can say anything else, Atwood turns on his heel and walks off -- likely to hide his erection, which makes me giggle a
