Gritting her teeth, Emily forced herself not to curse out the young woman on her Skype as she glared at her. "You're not helping," she bit out, turning her back and rolling her eyes at her friend's laughter. "You have to help me!"
The blond in the small box on the computer laughed, shaking her head. "Ok, so me the dresses again."
Emily sighed. "Are you sure I shouldn't wear pants?"
"No. Pants are stupid."
The teacher frowned and looked over her shoulder to the younger woman. "Pants are stupid?"
"Just show me the dresses!"
Emily gave her friend the finger before holding up two dresses to the camera in the computer. "The black one makes my waist look better but the purple one isn't as slutty." Looking down to the dresses she was holding, Emily huffed.
"How is that slutty?"
"Maybe because every bit of my skin shows except for my stomach," she laughed, throwing them both on the bed before stripping off her pants. "Whatever. I'm wearing the purple one."
JJ clapped her hands. "You'll look perfect!" Watching her friend zip up the purple silk dress, the blond frowned. "Are you leaving your hair like that?"
The teacher looked to her friend and frowned. "Why?"
"No nothing," she smiled.
Emily rolled her eyes before leaning over her chair and logging out of her Skype, hearing her friend scream a 'good luck' to her before she shut off her computer.
Glancing at the clock, the third grade teacher quickly went to her vanity to apply her eyeliner. She was almost ready but she knew that Aaron liked to get to where he needed to go early, and if the clock said fifteen minutes, Aaron would be there in ten.
She slipped her earrings in and ran her fingers through her natural curls, taking in a deep breath when she heard a knock at her apartment door.
Aaron was here.
Emily slipped her feet into her heels, only two inches, and slowly walked through the living room before pulling open the front door.
"Should I say beautiful? Or can you give me a few minutes so I can find a more proper word?"
The teacher tried to hide her blush as she watched the older man lean against her doorframe. He was wearing a navy suit with a crisp white shirt beneath, and Emily could see that he had put some effort into his hair when she knew he didn't need to. "Would you like to come in?" she asked softly. "I just have to grab my purse."
Aaron stepped into the apartment and watched her walk back to where her bedroom must have been, inwardly groaning when he watched her hips sway. "Your apartment is beautiful."
"I assume yours looks about the same."
He cursed himself. "Yeah," he laughed, smiling to her when she came out with a clutch in hand. "Except our living room is a lot smaller because of our two bedrooms." He opened the door for her and led her out into the hall, his hand on the small of her back as they walked toward the elevator. "Stunning."
Emily looked up. "I'm sorry?"
"That's the word," he nodded, grinning down to the younger woman and letting her take the first steps into the elevator. "You're stunning."