Chapter Thirty Six

She maneuvered into her parking spot and dashed inside, ready to do battle. Debbie wasn't home. Thank God. She wasn't sure she wanted to explain this to Debbie.. At least not yet. 

She hadn’t missed Damon's reaction to her sexy, feminine lingerie. It was her one indulgence or what she deemed a silly indulgence since her sex life was so staid in the last few years that no one but her had a prayer of ever seeing what her underwear looked like.

Hopping on one foot as she stepped out of her clothing, she went over to her drawer to find the most sinful set of lingerie she owned. She settled on pink. What was more feminine or soft looking than pink? Even growing up with  boys hadn’t erased the girly from her. And since she was a redhead, wearing pink clothing wasn’t an option. But pink underwear she could do.

Unsure of whether she’d return to her apartment before going to work the next day—and she did like to be prepared for any