Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

"Sorry," she said softly.

"No, it's okay," I tell her. "Let's try on these clothes."

I didn't think it was going to take as long as it did, but within the next couple of hours, we were finally finished with trying on the clothes she bought. She didn't just buy a few nice outfits, she bought a ton. There were bags more than when she initially came into the parlor. She had an entire car full of clothes.

"I couldn't decide," she stated with a sheepish smile after the hundredth blouse I tried on.

After a while, I settled on a nice evening dress with a cardigan. The maid helped me do my hair so it flowed in even ringlets down my back and was pulled out of my face. She applied a little makeup, but not enough to make me look like a hussy; just enough to make my features pop and brighten my face a little more.

I put some flats on for shoes, thankfully she also went shoe shopping, so I didn't have to worry about either. Once I was dressed, I took a look at myself in the mirror, feeling my stomach knot.

I was still wrapping my head around the fact that I was having dinner with Gavin's mother... Donna Landry. From what I knew about her these last couple of days, she couldn't stand me. I could only imagine how this dinner was going to go. No amount of dresses and hair was ever going to make that woman like me, so I didn't understand why she would invite me to dinner with Gavin.

As I met Gavin in the parlor, I noticed him before he noticed me. He was scrolling through his phone, seated on the couch. He wore a business suit like he was about to go to a business meeting, and I suddenly felt as if I wasn't dressed properly enough. Maybe I should have worn something fancier; this was a dinner with his mother after all.

He looked tense as he stared at his phone and for a moment, I wondered if it had anything to do with Irene.

my throat, getting his

eyes scanned my entire body, taking in my dress that hugged my figure, but was still classy enough

you ready?" I asked him. "You seem lost

and standing. He shoved his phone

should get going. She hates it when people are late," he murmurs.

him if he talked to Irene some, but I didn't want Matt to overhear. It would have been better if we

driving us?" I asked him as we pulled

asked; he sounded dry, but I was starting to understand him well enough to know that he

places yourself

did I not?" He countered. His brows

cheeks were heated at the mention of our date; until now, it kind of felt like

window. I felt him smirking without even looking at him and for some reason, that annoyed me. I turned

say?" I