The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: GOING ALL OUT FOR HER BIRTHDAY

Abigail

sped home, fingers tight on the wheel.

By the time I got through the front door, I had already run through a thousand different scenarios in my head.

I barged into the living room.

"What happened?! Annie? What did you need to show me? Is it Meemaw?"

Annette swirled around, her face split into a wide grin as she held up a green, beautiful, beaded dress draped over both of her arms,

"Happy birthday, baby. Let’s go out."

I stared at her in disbelief. My blood pressure had been spiked as hell because of her. I closed the distance between us and smacked her arm.

"Ow!"

"Don’t you ever, ever do that to me again," I cried. "I thought something happened to Meemaw and Gramps. I was terrified."

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, alright?" She was still grinning, completely unrepentant. "But look at the dress, babe. Look at it. It’s a freaking emergency."

"Oooh, yeah, it is," I agreed, running my fingers over the green colored bodice. "Did you book a restaurant? Because that dress is fancy."

"Something like that." She pushed it into my arms and steered me toward the bedroom. "Go get dressed."

"Wait," I turned in the doorway. "When is the reservation?"

"Three."

I frowned. "Three in the afternoon?"

"Yes."

"Annette." I folded my arms around the dress. "I get off work at five usually. You know I get off work at five. Why would you book a dinner at three when I wouldn’t even be home by then?"

Her eyes widened, and she shrugged.

"I booked it for seven pm, but since you had a half day, I called and asked if they could move it to three."

My brows shot up. She was such a terrible liar. "I didn’t tell you I had a half day. I don’t remember telling you that-"

"Wear the freaking dress," Annette groaned, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me into the room toward the bathroom. "Gosh! Surprising you is like pulling a tiger’s tooth out. Go. Get. Dressed."

The door closed behind me, and I chuckled. Just what had she planned?

The dress was perfection. It was beaded from the sweater’s neckline down to a few inches above my knees, clinging to my curves like a sexy second skin. It gave way around my knees down to the floor.

Gorgeous did not even begin to cut.

I twirled around beaming at my reflection in the mirror. For the first time all day, I felt like it was actually my birthday.

I did my makeup, a little gold at the corners of my eyes, a deeper red lip, my hair pinned loosely at the nape of my neck with a few pieces left to curl around my face. I found the small gold earrings Meemaw had given me for Christmas and slipped them on, too.

When I came out, Annette was standing in the living room in a deep burgundy wrap dress, gushing all over me.

"All hail her Majesty,"

"Gosh, Annette, this dress must have cost a fortune."

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