Mastro's on the ocean.

Beth drove to Mastro's with a{if Formation =1
} nervous energy she couldn't quite get a handle on. {if MastrosAttire = 1
}She wondered again if her outfit was a little too bold. I don't want Derek to get the wrong idea. But she had to admit she was feeling more comfortable in it by the time{else
}Derek's such a nice guy, inviting me out to dinner like this. I wish Brian could understand that. She knew that Brian would get upset if he found out, and that's why she wasn't going to tell him. {if Formation = 1
} I don't want a fight. {else
}I'm not his property. {endif
} She was definitely looking forward to a pleasant dinner by the time{endif
} she pulled into the parking lot of the seaside steakhouse.{elseif Formation = 5
} buzz in her brain and a familiar rush. She tried to breathe easy and remind herself that it was just dinner{if MastrosAttire = 2
}, but her sexy outfit and wandering thoughts betrayed her natural inclination towards misbehavior. {else
}.{endif
}Her excited state did not lessen by the time she pulled up to the seaside steakhouse. {else
}n excitement bordering on anxiety. Brian wouldn't be happy if he knew she was having dinner with Derek{if MastrosAttire = 2
}, especially if he saw her outfit. I can dress how I like: It feels good. {else
}, but she squashed her guilt. I can have dinner with whomever I want. And if I don't tell him, then we can't have a fight about it, can we? {endif
}By the time she pulled up to the seaside steakhouse, she had conquered any misgivings and was fully prepared to have a nice time. {endif
}
Derek was waiting by his late model BMW convertible: slate gray with cream interior and the top down. He wore nice slacks and a short sleeved button up, and for a wonder, his face was clean of any stubble.
{if MastrosAttire = 2
}"Wow..." Derek's mouth hung open in a very pleasing way as she approached in her little white dress and high heels. "You want to skip dinner altogether?"
"Very funny, Derek." Beth smacked his midsection with her purse. "You aren't weaseling out of that nice dinner you promised me." {if Formation = 5} Tempting offer, though. You look pretty fine, yourself. {endif
}
{elseif MastrosAttire = 1
}"Hey! You look nice!"
"Thanks!" {if Formation = 1
}Beth shifted a little under his gaze. "You...you don't think I'm overdressed, do you?"
"Not at all...you look nice." Derek's smile put her at ease. {else
} Beth preened a little under his eyes.
"Your gym work is really paying off, Beth." His compliment made her blush. {if Formation = 5
}Keep it together, girl. {endif
}
{endif
}"So... dinner?"
{else
}Beth looked down at her jeans and top. "You don't think I'm under-dressed, do you?"
"Not yet..." Derek mumbled.
{if Formation = 1
}"What?"
"Not at all."
"Oh, good." Beth smiled.
{else
}Beth gave a poor attempt at a scolding frown. "Derek...!"
"Kidding! You look nice..." she suddenly wondered if it had been a good idea to leave her shirt unbuttoned so much. Derek's eyes were in danger of falling into her cleavage.
"I'm up here."
"Of course you are." Derek flashed that incorrigible grin, and Beth could only sigh.
{endif
}"Dinner, then?"{endif
}