At ten o’clock Saturday morning, Jenna hit her snooze alarm for the third and final time. The temptation was strong to turn it off and sleep for a few more hours, but she thought better of it. She decided instead that a long, hot shower would be the perfect start to what promised to be a pleasant day.
Jenna replayed the details of her evening as she showered. All of the restaurants in Addison had been packed, being that it was a Friday night, so they decided to pick up sub sandwiches and go back to his condo. While channel-surfing, Jackson discovered a movie on cable they both wanted to see, so it was close to midnight before she came home. Of course, she stayed up writing until sometime after three so she could very easily go back to sleep for the next few hours and not feel guilty in the slightest.
Jenna wrung the excess water from her hair and wrapped it up in a towel while she did her make-up. Jackson had asked her if she knew where he could find a guide to the city so he could find his way around. There were several errands he needed to run, but he wasn’t sure where to go. She volunteered to show him around.
It looked like Trista was finally rubbing off on her. She’d be so proud.
She smiled as she took her hair out of the towel and tousled it a bit with her fingers. After scrutinizing herself in the mirror for a moment she decided to wear her hair wavy and reached for the can of mousse on the counter. Jenna thought it would be a nice change for Jackson to see her when she’d actually bothered to do something to her hair.
Maybe that’s what it will take for him to notice me, she thought to herself.
Jenna couldn’t help feeling a bit put out as she flipped her head upside-down and began to dry it. Jackson made it clear that he was interested in her the first night they met, but he’d backed off significantly the following day. Since she assumed it was because of her odd behavior, she started to drop hints that she was also interested. Of course she was probably a little rusty at sending signals.
Perhaps he was also rusty at receiving them. During the movie, she sat next to him on the sofa. Admittedly, it wasn’t exactly the same as sitting on his lap, but the man did have two sofas and a recliner. About an hour into the movie she’d commented that it was chilly. Jackson left the room and returned with a small blanket for her. Jenna offered to share, which would force him to sit much closer to her, but he declined.
As Jenna reached for a butterfly clip it occurred to her that she was probably the only woman alive to complain that a man she just met was a perfect gentleman. She shook her head and gathered her hair into a loose ponytail at the back of her head before she twisted it upward. She fastened it with the clip and let the length of her hair spill over the top of the clip.
Jenna spent more time dressing than usual, deciding finally on a pair of well-fitted blue jeans and her favorite casual shirt she’d never worn. It was a stretchy red shirt with a squared neckline. She didn’t usually make a habit of drawing attention to her ample chest, but decided to make an exception since she remembered how well it had hugged her curves in the fitting room. It didn’t disappoint. If Jackson’s eyes didn’t stray at least once then she would have some serious doubts about his preferences.
After finding a pair of comfortable shoes that weren’t ratty from playing in puddles with Lana in the oh-so-convenient location at the back of her closet, she gave herself a quick once-over in her full-length mirror. “Here goes nothing,” she muttered to herself.
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