The universe seemed intent on not allowing Gwen to buy pretty lingerie. One thing after another snagged her attention, and by Saturday morning, she knew she didn't have time to go buy something.
She'd just have to make do with her boring cotton bra and panties. Jack hadn't seemed to mind them when she'd come to his before. Then again, that night she hadn't been thinking about something as mundane as her underwear.
By the time seven o'clock rolled around, she knew she'd probably gone overboard. She had stew in the crockpot along with an assortment of bread, cheeses, meats, and fruits. She had three different kinds of wine. She'd even bought an entire cheesecake that was defrosting in the fridge. Even a guy like Jack would struggle to eat all this food.
She'd done her hair and her makeup,
