Page 16 of My Hottest Obsession

He looks even more handsome than usual. My core clenches, and I clear my throat.

“Why are you here?” I ask him.

“I’m here for our date.”

“Um, no.”

“Yeah, we talked about it earlier. Remember?”

“Nope. I remember you saying something about it and me telling you no. Are you having gaps in your memory? Maybe you’re too stressed. Why don’t you take tomorrow off?” I suggest.

“I’m fine. Are you ready to go? You look beautiful,” he tells me.

I glance down at the old pajama pants and paint-splattered t-shirt that I’m wearing and give him a dry look.

“Liar.”

“I’m not. You’re always gorgeous.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I’ll just cook for us here then.”

“No!” I blurt out.

I can’t have him in my apartment, in my space. That’s too personal. His scent would linger, and I just know I would start dreaming about him. More than I already do.

“Let me get dressed. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he says with a secretive smile.

Some of his hair has fallen over his forehead, and my fingers itch to push it back. Before I can give in to temptation, I slam the door in his face and lean back against it.

Maybe I could just lock the door and refuse to come back out. I know Adrien, though, and he won’t let that stop him. He’ll be banging on my door all night.

I sigh as I push away from the door and head into my bedroom. I can’t believe that I’m going through with this.

It’s just one date. One little dinner, and then I’ll never go out with him again.

Somehow, I don’t quite believe myself. I can’t deny how excited I am about tonight.

I flip through my closet, trying to decide on a dress to wear. Adrien is dressed up, so I dig in the back of my closet and pull out the one really fancy dress that I own. It’s a blood red, lacy, skintight dress that I fell in love with last year when I went shopping with Lottie.

I’ve never had a reason to wear it. Until now.

I grab a strappy pair of black high heels and hesitate as I reach into my underwear drawer. Lingerie is my weakness. I love pretty, delicate things. They make me feel bold and confident when I wear them. They’re like my suit of armor.

I grab a matching red lace set and smile as I hurry to change. The red lace fits snugly against my curves, and I take a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of my closet door.

I’ve always been on the chubbier side. I blame it on my diet growing up. My mom could barely remember that she had a kid half of the time, so I made do on a diet of Cheetos, cereal, and macaroni and cheese most of the time. Basically, anything that was cheap and bad for me.

My diet hasn’t improved much since then. Living in California, especially Los Angeles, isn’t cheap, and I’ve struggled to make ends meet in the past. Adrien pays me well, but I still have to pay rent, utilities, and other bills.

I grab the dress, wiggling it over my hips and tugging the side zipper up. This dress molds to my curves, and I smirk. I look damn hot.

The dress ends a few inches above my knees. It’s shorter than I usually wear, but I have to admit that I look good in it. The deep red color goes well with my dark brown hair and makes my blue eyes look even brighter.

A knock sounds on the door, and I grab my heels, slipping them on as I go to answer it.

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