[ the instant hannah sends jet her address, she bolts up out of her bed and screams into her hands. she'd sent the text along with a give me twenty! for good measure, which was marvelous forethought on her part because prior to all this she'd literally just been lounging around in her bed wearing old pajamas and mismatched underwear.
had she even more forethought, she might have sent him a hotel or something instead but — hell, who has that kind of money anyway? her own apartment is modest, a one bedroom with all the necessary fixins, but it's also kind of a mess because good god when was the last time she had anyone over that wasn't a girlfriend or coworker commiserating over a couple of beers and friend chicken??
reason #1 for the twenty minutes: clean the shit out of her apartment in lightning speed. she manages this by stuffing a lot of her laundry in the closet and tossing anything else just lying around into the storage of her ottoman, which gives her just enough time for reason #2: shower and primp. shit she should have asked for thirty, but it is what it is. she saves time not bothering with her hair, it's still nice and styled modestly from that day's work anyway, and she remembers last minute to put on her sexiest (and matching!!) pair of lingerie. which honestly isn't really much, just black and lacey, because the last time she had reason for such clothing she was also down a cup size so, you know, adapting with what she has here!!
by the time he arrives she'll manage to calm her nerves and try to remember to be normal. it's fine, it's just a booty call, a dick appointment, it's fine. but just in case he wants some kind of pretense — she's wearing a simple sun dress and set out some beer and snacks... mama an would be proud of her for her hosting skills right now. ]
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had she even more forethought, she might have sent him a hotel or something instead but — hell, who has that kind of money anyway? her own apartment is modest, a one bedroom with all the necessary fixins, but it's also kind of a mess because good god when was the last time she had anyone over that wasn't a girlfriend or coworker commiserating over a couple of beers and friend chicken??
reason #1 for the twenty minutes: clean the shit out of her apartment in lightning speed. she manages this by stuffing a lot of her laundry in the closet and tossing anything else just lying around into the storage of her ottoman, which gives her just enough time for reason #2: shower and primp. shit she should have asked for thirty, but it is what it is. she saves time not bothering with her hair, it's still nice and styled modestly from that day's work anyway, and she remembers last minute to put on her sexiest (and matching!!) pair of lingerie. which honestly isn't really much, just black and lacey, because the last time she had reason for such clothing she was also down a cup size so, you know, adapting with what she has here!!
by the time he arrives she'll manage to calm her nerves and try to remember to be normal. it's fine, it's just a booty call, a dick appointment, it's fine. but just in case he wants some kind of pretense — she's wearing a simple sun dress and set out some beer and snacks... mama an would be proud of her for her hosting skills right now. ]
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sorry for the wait! work has had me dead 😔
np np! i get it 😔 welcome back!
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i’ve returned with lattes and more smut 🙂↕️
🫣 you spoil me
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