Pleased, and he gives her hope for the following day

“Maybe I should have that tomorrow instead?” his reply reads, making her heart race that he isn’t disappointed with her.

“It’s all yours” she quickly types back, attaching another of her recently taken photos, picking one that doesn’t show her fully naked, but hints at it, with the camera flash this time doing much to hide much of her body. She lays there waiting for his reply, but this time her phone remains silent. But she doesn’t mind, knowing he wants to see her again, sure that he will let her know tomorrow what he has planned. And with that knowledge safe, she lets sleep take over her.

She’s woken from a deep sleep by her mum shouting from downstairs, informing her that they are out for the day, suggesting that Felicity sort herself out for lunch as they won’t be back until late. Felicity calls back to let her mum know she heard, then waits until she hears the sound of the front door closing as they make their way out.

As soon as she’s alone in the house, she retrieves her phone, surprised to see a message has appeared in the early hours of the morning. “Be ready for 12” it declares. She checks her clock, seeing it’s not yet ten, giving her ample time to get herself ready. The question though in her mind is what she wear, as she has no idea where he might be taking her.

A quick visit to her bathroom, and she’s soon rummaging through her wardrobe and drawers, various items of clothing thrown onto the bed or floor, not caring about the mess, only concerned that she should look her best for him. The problem is, she can't decide what he might think was her best.

At last she has her choices down to just a few outfits. Calmly she lays them side by side on the bed, standing back to look at them all, wondering which he might prefer. Or if what she wears might affect what he would do with her. "Or to her" she adds to herself with a little smile.

"Decisions, decisions" Felicity mutters to herself as her eyes flick from one outfit to the next, so eager to get it just right for him, a choice not helped by the fact she knows so little about him. "Pick one, pick one" she tells herself as she glances at the clock, suddenly aware that it is already getting close to eleven, already an hour of the two she has vanished.

"Ok, you" she states in a firm voice as she points at one of the outfits on the bed. "Yes, that's the one" she says as if trying to convince herself of her choice. Outfit and lingerie selected, she starts to get herself ready; hair, makeup, dress. And even as she is doing so, her eyes regularly flick to her clock checking how much time she has left, realising suddenly she doesn’t even know where she is meant to be meeting him, thankful that she has lots of time remaining to jump in a uber if needed.