“Hey, babe – wassup?” Brandon asked upon walking in the door, being greeted with the sight of his raven-haired girlfriend wearing nothing but perfume and the tiniest of white panties.
“Mmm, I was hoping to coax you into taking me to dinner,” she purred.
“I’d rather stay here,” he smiled, “but if the lady insists... Where did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I don’t know – you could surprise me. Do you have reservations anywhere?”
“In this town?” Half the places didn’t even take reservations and on a weeknight it should be no problem.
“Silly boy... you didn’t forget Valentine’s Day, did you?” Ashley asked in a mock-teasing tone, knowing the answer only too well. “You did, didn’t you? We won’t be able to get in anywhere without reservations...”
“Oh, God, Ashley, I’m sorry...” Brandon told her with real regret – and rising alarm. “I’ve been so busy lately...”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got evening enough planned for both of us,” she reassured him.
