The dress was understated, yet classy. It didn’t scream for attention. It just got it. It was Ada.
I had stopped and bought her some jewelry to finish her outfit. Anyone on my arm needs to look the part and the rocks work.
Her reaction gave me a satisfaction I never expected.
“So why am I, someone you had a drunken, drugged up, one-night stand with, being dressed up to the nine’s and going to dinner with your cousins again? Oh, and after you got some boob action and can't blame it on drugs or alcohol?”
I studied her. Her confusion was real. Her eyes studying me back, hoping to find the reasons that didn't seem clear to her.
A sincerity that made her more attractive, and the sass that made my pants tight.
“We will talk about that after dinner.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know you ca
