It was several days later, and yet Reba couldn't stop thinking about the moment he had touched her. She knew it was all in innocence, an accident really, but she had never felt so….alive! She knew it was wrong but she wanted the feel of him near her again….and not just for a moment. Both recently divorced, they were both available, but she was the boss and he her employee. But in the scheme of things did that really matter? Mama had always told her to follow her heart….maybe it was time she listened….
A quick call to her mama, and that was all it took. She was going to get her man. A sense of utter delight rushed through her, adrenaline pumping. She had to get his attention, somehow, and she knew just the person to help her. "Sandy?, she called. I need you. Can you come to my room please?" Sandi Spika, her friend and personal costume designer would have the perfect thing. She, Reba Nell McEntire was going to "sexy it up". After explaining the situation, Sandi was glad to help. And she had just the thing too. A Dark purple v-neck shirt showing just a tad of Reba's blessed cleavage, black leggings, and black studded cowboy boots. Her hair was left curly in bright red masses around her head, cascading down in tendrils around her heart-shaped face.
The band had gone off for the night to a party, unintentionally leaving Narvel and Reba alone. They had planned to work tonight uninterrupted. He was meeting her in a few minutes, so Reba took a deep breath and went to go see him. She wasn't prepared for his reaction.