She gets cold feet

Again, Jessica checked the clock. 11:04… She audibly winced, shifting in her seat. The stress became unbearable. Was she really going to go through with this? Yes, she had sent these incredibly inappropriate pictures, but what was going to happen now was going to take things so much further. She would break her principles, her marriage vows, all for a job that she was deserving of anyway. She could do nudity, she’d talk to her husband, her agent and it would be fine. But fucking Sean? That would be a step too far!

In a sudden decision that Jessica wasn’t even completely sure she had made, she jumped up from the couch and stormed out of the room. Up the stairs, she rushed into her dressing room. Unclasping the tiny bra, she flung it aside, then stripped off the panties and kicked them in the same direction. Fully nude, she quickly grabbed a pair of navy-blue bikini-cut panties, far more modest than the last thong, and swiftly slipped it on. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a fresh pair of jeans and put them on, then grabbed a white tank top. To hide her braless breasts a little more, she put a light-blue dress shirt over it, which she left half-buttoned. In front of the mirror, she quickly tied her hair into a ponytail, far more practical that the seductive wavy tresses she had previously sported.

She angled herself from side to side, a slight smile on her lips. The outfit change had taken little over a minute, yet her anxiety had subsided a whole lot. She was still sporting an attractive look, the jeans were snug and the top showed a bit of cleavage, but it was far from slutty. Giving herself a big, approving grin, Jessica felt much more like herself right away. She would sort this mess out. She always did!

RING

The doorbell downstairs once again made her jump and spiked her pulse a little.

You’re a boss! You’re a badass! You’ve got this!

Jessica took a deep breath, composing herself before she made her way downstairs. The slate tiles felt cool beneath her bare feet as she rushed down the steps and then across the entrance hall towards the large petrol entry door, the feeling weirdly prominent in her mind as she grabbed the brass doorknob and yanked the door open.

“Hi!” she gasped, a little breathlessly from the quick dash across the large house.