Page 40 of Until Tomorrow Comes
“Kat.”
It’s enough to snap me into action, and with that, I flee. I don’t stop until I’m in my bathroom, door locked, and my body braced against the door.
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Kat
“Do you need help with the zipper or something?” Thea yells from the other side of the bathroom door.
“N-No, I’m good…” I shakily run my hands down the front of the dress again and take a deep breath in through my nose.
True to her word, Thea showed up exactly an hour and a half after she left, with pampering supplies and a pizza for us to eat.
Once I calmed my racing heart to a semi-normal rate after the shower incident, I spent the remaining hour taking the longest shower of my life. Guilt tugged at the edges of my mind, making me feel ashamed that I watched Jackson in a private moment like some creep.
What throws me off even more, is how turned onIwas from watching him. Never in my life have I watched a man, or anyone, pleasure themselves. I’ve only self-serviced myself a couple times and came to the conclusion that it just wasn’t for me.
But watching Jack get himself off had left me all sorts of hot and bothered. The desire to touch myself in the shower after had thrown me for a loop and is why I then felt the need to shower incoldwater…instead of hot.
When I finally was able to stop thinking about Jackson with his cock in his hand, I focused all my energy on shaving away every piece of unwanted hair. By the time I got out of the shower, feeling smoother than a stingray, Thea busted into my bedroom.
She tossed a duffle bag on my bed and marched right past me with another giant bag. Within five minutes the bathroom counter was covered in hair tools and products, more makeup than I have ever owned, and a portable speaker. After hanging her outfit next to mine, she wasted no time taking over. I was ordered to sit on the bathroom stool, and she got to work.
Luckily, she sat me with my back to the mirror, claiming she wanted me to wait for her to be finished before I saw myself. But even now, with my hair and makeup done, and wearing the dress she got me. I can’t bring myself to face my reflection.
“Does the dress not fit?” Thea asks, sounding closer to the door now.
“No, it’s good. I’ll be out in just a second.”
At least, I think it is. It’s not skintight, but it does fit my body…nicely. Somewhere over the past three months, I started to gain some weight back. Doctor Davis pointed this out at my appointment yesterday, saying Ilookedhealthy. I’d changed the subject without touching on it, something she noticed and then challenged me to look at myself at least once before our next appointment.
Which is why Thea spontaneously making these plans and dolling me up, tonight is ironic, and almost comical.
Still, I can’t bring myself to do what she asked.
Considering that I’m a master procrastinator and still have five more days to do what she asked… that can just be a problem forFuture Kat.
Sucking in a deep breath, I finally open the door.
Thea is across the room, checking her reflection in the mirror that hangs above the dresser. My mouth drops open at the sight of her.
She looks like a damn goddess in her all-black outfit. Her pants are leather, clinging to her perfectly toned hips and legs like they were painted on, just like her one-sleeved top. To finish out her look she wore matching high-heeled ankle boots. Streaks of teal have been woven into the braids of her black hair, which sits in a bun on top of her head.
How she managed to do my hair and makeupandmake herself look like a smoke show is damn impressive.
“Holy popsicle sticks, Kat,” She gasps, turning to face me with a perfectly manicured hand on her chest. I glance down, fidgeting with the hem of the dress that falls halfway down my thigh.
“It’s a really nice dress, I’m sure on someone el—” I start to ramble, but Thea cuts me off.
“Ma’am, that dress was made foryou. Hell, it’s a damn shame we’re only going to the bar in town and not some fancy city club!” She shakes her head, crossing the room, and motions for me to twirl.
My face is warmer than a summer day in Arizona, but I entertain her. Just as I’m drawing an appreciative whistle from Thea, Jackson calls out from downstairs.
“You ladies almost ready to get goin’?”
My heart skips a beat and I glance over my shoulder at Thea. She’s already in motion though, grabbing her black clutch and phone. Turning back to me, she smiles brightly.
“Coming!” She calls out, looping her arm through mine and dragging me out the door with her.
