Loving Angel

Chapter 7

Who in the hell thought it was a good idea to let me have a razor?

I'm serious!

Number one, it takes a fucking long time to shave even just one leg and secondly, I'm not known for my grace and carefulness.

I woke up this morning, ready to take on the Wednesday night double date (or operation 'hit that' as Danny calls it with a wink nonetheless). I went into my bathroom and turned the shower on making sure to put it almost in the middle of hot and cold leaning a little towards hot. I got undressed and stood in the mirror examining my body, like I do before every shower cause you can't just ignore this hot piece of ass. I turn and look at my butt in the mirror remembering that certain incident on Monday.

Who sticks their panty-clad ass up in someone's face?

Prostitutes, hookers, strippers, and Vegas showgirls! That's who!

I got in the shower and began my routine of shampoo, conditioner, wash face, shave underarms, shave legs... and this is when I made the mistake. I completely forgot that I had changed my razor head a few days ago so it was extra sharp and I wanted to make sure that my legs were hairless for Caleb to admire. I aggressively when down my leg and cut it!

"Fuck, fuck, damn, shit! That fucking hurt!" I say through clenched teeth.

It's a good thing that Danny also picked out a plan b for my outfit just in case the dress I was planning on wearing didn't work. I swear, Danny is magical and knows things before they happen.

I finish my shower and wrap a towel around my body making sure it covers my ass because I got to walk back to my room across the hall and I don't want to flash my parents. If Caleb was here than I'd probably intentionally show my ass and even 'accidently drop it'!

Damn, I'm a nutcase! I'm the people that have restraining orders against them because they have these thoughts!

I walk out of the bathroom making a face at myself in the mirror as I pass and continue to my room. I shut the door and lock it behind me, dropping the towel on the floor and walking to the desk where the clothes are. I put the dress away and put on plan B. I look in the mirror checking for issues.

Danny picked out these black jeans with slits in the knees and this white lace crop top that I didn't even know I owned. Damn, she's good at this!

"I be looking like a snack!" I say and twerk in the mirror.

I wink and turn to go downstairs just to find Caleb standing I my doorway. He's staring at me with a paper bag in his hands. He's in some sort of trance and he not doing or saying anything.

Did he see that? Who am I kidding! Of course he did! But...maybe...this could be a good thing!

I curtsy and wink and brush past him saying, "Thank you for attending the private show! Don't forget to tip your waitress!"

I smack his butt and run down the stairs. It seems that my gesture pulled him out of his trance because before I can run out the front door, I'm being lifted up and thrown over his shoulder. I'm staring right at the victim of my previous violent actions.

"Let me go!" I yell and try and move my legs.

Truthfully, I hope he keeps me in this hold cause I could get use to this view.

He smacks my butt and I yelp. Did he just...?

"Not going to happen angel-face! You got to have some punishment for your wrongdoings!" he opens his car door while still holding me somehow and puts me in the seat. His face is inches from mine and his eyes are serious. We stare like that for what seems like hours but was probably only seconds.