Carrie stops typing, looks up and stares out her window. Her thoughts move from writing to the man she met last night at the bar. She is distracted. In one hour she will meet him again. She gets up and moves to the mirror. She mulls over what to wear while still in her flirty, sexy teddy. She loves the way it hugs the curves of her body. How soft it feels on her skin. The luxurious lace and the temptation in the detail. The silhouette of her breasts underneath. She doesn’t want to take it off. She smiles. “Maybe I don’t have to”.
Opening her wardrobe, she selects a black silk skirt, slipping into it. “Perfect”, she whispers.