I was so happy when Sunday morning finally dawned. The remainder of the week before had been particularly crappy at the delivery job. I was chased by dogs and yelled at by a customer who said she’d wanted anchovies and got pineapple instead. She threw the pizza at me. Then, to add insult to injury, I was almost rear-ended by a dumbass driver who was on his cell phone and didn’t realize we were at a red traffic light. Wasn’t there a law, or something?
Though I had to work that afternoon, knowing I had a few hours with a sinfully gorgeous man made it all worthwhile. It had been a while since I dressed up for anything other than class, so I wanted to make it good for a change. I chose a tight-fitting short-sleeved yellow polo shirt and white cargo shorts with black Vans and ankle socks. My o
