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It was hot out, so jeans weren’t an option. She’d decided on denim shorts, but now she was second guessing having so much leg on show. Libby wasn’t a skinny woman and although she was comfortable in her own skin, she wasn’t sure just how comfortable she was letting Zach see so much of it. Especially on a non-date.
She’d always been considered curvy. And for the most part, she liked it. The ample cleavage she had, combined with her big butt, never failed to turn heads when she ventured out. However, like most things in life, there was a catch. In exchange for tits and ass, she had to live with love handles and wobbly thighs. It was said love handles and wobbly thighs that her eyes were currently glued to.
Picking up her phone from the bedside table, she shot a quick message over to Cat. She needed a second opinion.
Libby: How much skin is too much skin? I’m worried my legs in shorts are offensive. I’m trying to avoid being run out of town with pitchforks or forced to wear a scarlet letter “A” on my chest.
Her phone vibrated just moments later.
Cat: Did you really just say your legs are offensive? You deserve a pitchfork in the arse just for that ridiculous comment.
As a soft chuckle escaped her lips, she got to work typing out another message to her bestie.
Libby: My thighs are jiggly. There’s going to be sexy firemen everywhere with hard bodies. I don’t want to embarrass myself. Or Zach.
Cat: Your thighs are not jiggly. You look beautiful in shorts. If anyone says otherwise, give them my number – or better yet give me theirs and I’ll set them straight.
Libby: Seriously, though. Shorts, tee and flip-flops – too casual? Too skimpy? I want to look nice.
Cat: Send me a pic.
Libby immediately got to work snapping pictures of herself in the mirror. Why hadn’t she thought to do this earlier? Once the pictures were sent, her friend didn’t make her wait long for a reply. When Libby opened the message, she couldn’t help but laugh at all the flame emojis filling her screen.
Cat: Holy shit! Zach is gonna blow in his pants. You look hot.
Before she could reply, her phone buzzed again.
Cat: I thought you said this wasn’t a date?
Libby: It’s not. Doesn’t mean I can’t look nice. You sure I look ok? No one’s gonna run for the pitchforks?
Cat: They’re gonna be pitching something.
Libby: Cat!
Cat: What? It’s true.
Her smile stretched as she shook her head at the phone screen. Cat never failed to cheer her up. She was the best woman she knew. She wished all women were like Cat. Damnit, she wished she was like Cat. She was so funny and confident. Not to mention gorgeous. And with the biggest, kindest heart.
As she typed out one more message to her friend, promising to let her know how it went, she noticed the time. Shit. Zach would be there any minute. After checking her reflection one last time, she descended the stairs just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Good timing.
There was no more time to second guess herself. She needed to channel her inner Cat and get confident. Quick.
Reaching for the lock, she slowly opened the door to reveal a very casual looking Zach. Another smile graced her lips as she perused his outfit which came complete with matching flip-flops. He too was wearing shorts, only more manly, khaki ones that reached his knees. He’d paired them with a black t-shirt and she hadn’t missed how it clung to all the sexy, hard parts of his chest.
Damn, he is one fine looking man. Maybe they’ll make him wear the scarlet letter.?
It was only once she’d finally finished drooling that she realized neither of them had said anything yet. No hi, or hey or even a what’s up?
Well, come on. Don’t just stand there. Say something.
“Uh, hey,” she greeted. “I just need to grab my bag and then I think I’m good to go.”
When he didn’t reply, she realized he wasn’t looking at her face. No. His eyes were roaming all over her body. Her outfit. He was totally checking her out. And he wasn’t hiding the fact he liked what he saw.
She’d been checked out plenty in her time, but never like this. This was a whole new experience. One that was actually making her gulp. She could have sworn the heat from his stare was leaving scorch marks. That would explain why she was suddenly feeling all hot and bothered.
No. No. No. Non-date, remember?
