Page 54 of Yours, Always
Prudence left the office early that afternoon. After texting Greyson to see when he’d be done with Gabe, she figured she’d have time for a quick call to Annabelle. She thought her fashion sense was spot on, but she was jittery for some reason and wanted a second opinion, and Annabelle was great at giving opinions. She wasn’t sure why she was so unsure of herself now, after all, she and Greyson had done almost everything imaginable to each other over the last few days.
Maybe it was because this was a proper date. A ‘let’s sit and just talk, no ripping each other’s clothes off’ date. She knew the clothes ripping would come later, but in the meantime, they had to fill an entire night with conversation. When had she become so nervous to talk to Greyson? That was all their decades long relationship had consisted of until now—talking. It was what they were good at.
She glanced at her phone as it started to buzz, answering when she saw Annabelle’s face on the screen. “Hey, AB.”
“Woah, why do you look so nervous?”
Prudence swore. “Does it really show?”
“Yeah, like you’re about to turn in a drug test after a night in Amsterdam.”
“I don’t know, I have butterflies in my stomach all of a sudden. If I knew he was just coming over to have wild sex, I’d be less nervous.”
“He’s not the first guy you’ve dated, Pru.”
“Yes, but he’s the firstGreysonI’ve dated.”
“That makes absolutely no sense.”
Prudence thought for a moment. “I’ve dated guys before, but I’ve never cared how things ended, not with any of them. With Greyson, everything matters. It’s like our conversations have to all mean something, like every one has to be moving us forward to a certain place. He’ll be gone soon, then what? We have to talk about the future, and I don’t want to think about not being with him.”
“You have to get out of your head, lady. That’s a talk you need to have with Greyson, but you two have come this far, just be yourselves with each other.”
“But what do we talk about?”
“Do what you’ve done your whole lives. There’s no need to change it.” Annabelle pointed to the closet behind Prudence. “Now, what are you going to wear?”
“I don’t know!” Prudence wailed, throwing open her closet. “I’m second guessing everything.”
“Okay, let’s start with the basics. Underwear. Make it something sexy.”
“I don’t have anything sexy.”
“Bullshit, Pru. Every woman has a sexy set of underwear that makes her feel amazing.”
Prudence opened a drawer, moving her phone so Annabelle could see its contents. “This is what I have.”
“Oh my God, Pru, are those all high-waisted cotton—” She massaged her temple. “How are we friends?” she muttered, shaking her head. “Not even a thong or bikini cut? At least tell me you have more than plain white.”
“I like what I like, AB, and I like plain cotton underwear.” Prudence’s face turned to panic. “What the hell kind of underwear do you wear for a movie star?”
“None. None of those at least. You’re going commando.”
“No, I couldn’t possibly, everyone will know.”
“No one will know. In fact, I don’t wear underwear most days.”
“Oh, I didnotneed to know that.”
“I’m just saying, no one will know, and Greyson will love it.”
Prudence slammed the drawer shut. “Fine. No underwear, but what about the rest?”
“Hmmm. I’ve always liked that rust-orange babydoll dress. Throw on a pair of knee-high boots and it’ll be killer, Pru. Like, he won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
“Thankfully, he already can’t.” Prudence pulled out the dress Annabelle had mentioned. “Isn’t it a little short to have no underwear on?”
“Nothing is ever too short to have no underwear on, especially when you’re going on a hot date. Trust me, Greyson will love it. And speaking of Greyson loving it…is everything really going that well?”