#Chapter7

"So, you're going on a date with a guy you met less than three hours ago?"

Erin peeked out the huge walk in closet where she was busy hunting for her shoes and peered at the woman perched on her bed, legs, encased in designer jeans, tucked beneath her lithe frame.

"Is something wrong with that?" Erin asked, adjusting the towel wrapped turban style around her head. "It's just dinner, Kim, not like I'm gearing up for a night of wild sex."

Kim shrugged slim shoulders and bit into a chip, chewing for a moment before she replied.

"Not wrong for me. But it's so completely out of character...