Free Blind Date by R K Moore

BLIND DATE
     
    by RK Moore
     
     
    Copyright 2012, RK Moore
     
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    This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author ’ s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental .
     
     
     
    ‘ This is a bad idea. ’
    ‘ No, it ’ s not. It ’ s just nerves talking. You ’ ll be fine. ’
    I watched Raine busy herself, taking several outfits from her wardrobe and laying them out on the silk-covered bed between us. I wished she was coming with me. Up until the start of the week, I ’ d been adamant I wasn ’ t going on this blind date she ’ d set up for me. I ’ d told her that I was doomed to be single all my life and had come to terms with that. In turn, my best friend had responded with a bemused look and told me it was all arranged. Percy was well aware of my little predicament.
    ‘ And he still said yes? ’ I ’ d asked, frowning.
    Raine had nodded enthusiastically. She was probably hoping that her match-making was finally paying off. ‘ I think he sees it as a challenge, ’ she ’ d said with a wink.
    I gazed at the dresses on the bed, wondering if I ’ d manage to squeeze my generous bulk into the more petite Raine ’ s clothes. I didn ’ t own any glamour attire myself. Never saw the point in it when I never felt brave enough to venture out for an evening.
    Raine spun round to touch up her make-up in the vanity mirror, casting glances at me as she did so. ‘ Just choose which dress you want. You can bring it back tomorrow... provided you ’ re not being occupied. ’ She winked.
    ‘ He ’ s not going to turn up, ’ I said with a sigh. ‘ But I ’ ll play along with this nonsense. So, what look should I go for on this ill-fated date? Virginal? Slutty? Intelligent? ’
    Raine paused, and stared at my reflection. ‘ Excuse me, but I own nothing but slutty clothing. ’
    I laughed and picked up a crimson mini-dress with a zip on the front, glancing down at my poor excuse for a cleavage. At least there was no chance of spilling out of any dresses tonight. Below a black, sequined basque, I found a nice dark velvet jacket which would keep me warm in the cold autumnal air.
    ‘ Clothes picked, ’ I called out.
    Raine looked at the dress and jacket, nodding with approval. ‘ Excellent choice. I ’ ve got some black strappy heels in the wardrobe that ’ ll go nicely with them. Knickers? ’
    ‘ What? ’ I frowned.
    ‘ Are you wearing knickers or not? ’
    ‘ You mean right now? Of course I am, ’ I said, feeling my face flush.
    Raine laughed. ‘ All right, I can see you ’ re uncomfortable. I ’ ll not ask if you want to borrow some crotchless panties, then. ’
    ‘ No way! ’ I said, a little too quickly. I felt the wrapped towel around my head begin to slip. I dropped the clothes and held the towel in place. ‘ Look, have you got a hat I could borrow? ’
    ‘ Hat? Did you forget to bring one with you? ’
    ‘ Not exactly. Let ’ s just say that ’ s now nine hats ruined this year, ’ I said, unhappily.
    Raine gave me look of pity and then nodded towards her wardrobe.
    ‘ Thanks, ’ I said.
    ‘ Are you hungry? ’ Raine asked, heading towards the door. ‘ I ’ ll make some sandwiches while you get ready. ’
    ‘ That ’ d be great. Thanks, ’ I told her.
    She paused at the door, her eyes looking to the left of me. ‘ Honestly, don ’ t worry about tonight. He will turn up. Just be yourself. He ’ ll love you. ’
     
    - - - - -
     
    It was exactly an hour after the date was supposed to have started that I decided to cut my losses and head home. Of course I knew he wasn ’ t going to turn up - I mean, who would agree to meet for a date in an old, abandoned house? - but a tiny part of me had been hopeful, had thought maybe it