Chapter SevenJenna
The next evening, I left work a little early to prepare. I showered, shaved all the vital regions, blow-dried my hair, and am now pacing around my bedroom wrapped in a towel, trying to figure out what to wear. Balance is crucial. I want to look nice but not overdressed, and definitely not too sexy.
I consider my fanciest underthings—a lacy black lingerie set—then pass them over in favor of plain white cotton. Sensible underwear for a sensible night of making a baby.
Just because Emmett is going to see me naked tonight doesn’t mean I have to put on a whole song and dance for him. No big deal. He’s only the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, and this will be the first time I’ve gotten laid in almost a year, and . . .
Oh my God, stop it, woman. Please, just stop thinking
