Free Three of Spades by W. Ferraro Page B

changed her mind.
    Twenty minutes later, she left the boutique with a final ring of the bell. She tried to figure out how she let the clerk, named Rachel, talk her into not only a lace printed pencil skirt but also a pair of black peep toe sling-back platform heels. Natalie was sure she would break her neck in them.
    Natalie drove home wondering what tonight would entail. He said dinner and a chance to talk, even though that sounded nice, she hoped there would be more kissing. She felt like a ninny thinking that, but she could not help thinking how wonderful it was to be kissed and told that she had an effect on a man like Dylan. A man, who she didn’t even want to begin to think how many women he had been with, but rather the kindhearted man who was willing to go on this journey with her, for no reason other than compassion. As she pulled into her drive, she looked at the house. She felt uncomfortable that Dylan would see the type of home she lived in, but she tried to stop him and he just would not have it. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now. Climbing the stairs and walking through the rickety front door, Natalie was again embarrassed that out of habit she called out for Gloria. When no response came back, she chastised herself for not remembering. She looked at the time and realized it was time to get in the shower and get ready, Dylan was due to come in a little over a hour.
    Freshly showered and dressed, Natalie looked at herself in the full-length mirror and could not believe her own reflection. The woman looking back at her wore clothes that molded to her figure in a way that looked utterly female. The pull of the fabric under her breasts gave the impression she was larger than she was without puckering or revealing too much. Where it cinched on the side, it still allowed the bottom to tuck neatly into the waist of the skirt. The light gray under black print of the skirt was fun, but still conservative for the hem fell below her knees. She guessed she gained at least four inches thanks to the shoes. Natalie had to admit they made her calves shapely, rather than look like twigs as they usually did. She had even taken the time to apply a pale pink color to her toes since they could be seen. After finally applying a few squirts of her normal body spray, she added a pair of gold studs that her brother Reggie had given her when she graduated college. She was supposed to be impressed that they were from Tiffany, but honestly, up until now, Natalie didn’t feel special enough to ever wear them.
    She had just put her glasses on and grabbed her small bag when the doorbell rang. She walked slowly toward the door, not out of rudeness or vanity, but rather, it was the only speed she dared in these shoes. She opened it and started to apologize for him waiting, but grew mute when she saw the dozen long stem yellow roses. Holding them was Dylan, who looked about as handsome as any man had the right to be. His dark hair hung over his forehead in a way that was only Dylan. He was freshly shaven and smelled of cologne that was sure to have cost a pretty penny. His white dress shirt was void of any tie but still looked just as sharp and formal. His legs were covered in black pants that fitted to his physique in a way that made her want to lick her lips. Awakening from her stupor, she stepped back to allow him to enter. When she closed the door behind him, she momentarily got to admire how wonderful he looked from the back as well.
    Dylan quickly took in the interior of the home, but was brought back to heaven when he got to look at Natalie. She looked beautiful and sexy, yet still wholesome. Her clothes were different from any that Dylan had seen thus far, but she wore them as they deserved to be. There were no denying the lines of her body dressed like that and Dylan found himself admiring every curve and swell that was defined. Not to mention her shoes, which were absolutely positively feminine. They gave the hint of