Conversation

It was a work from home day for me so I was slow in getting dressed. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, fastening the strap of one of my heels, still wearing a dressing gown; my skirt and blouse were hanging on a hook on the door. 

"Hey," Emily said, coming into the bedroom, stopping.

"What?" I asked, looked up, looked at her looking at me.

"Nothing...you just look so pretty, that's all," she said.

"So do you," I smiled at her; she was wearing a mid-thigh, sleeveless wrap dress.

"Thanks. Remember, I have that dinner meeting."

"Of course," I said. "With...with a guy? Should I be jealous."

Emily laughed. "You're so predictable. Yes, with a guy and be jealous if you want, but it's just a work meeting. I don't think my Evan would appreciate his girlfriend flirting with someone else."

"N...no, probably not," I said, blushed.

"He's a little possessive," she smiled. "not overly so, just in a masculine kind of way. You know how men are."

Her tone was that of girl to girl, like, men, not girl to boy. "Y...yea," I swallowed.

She walked over to me, touched my arm. "They don't like to share, they get possessive when another man's around their woman."

"Y...yea," I said.

"Which is why he's so comfortable about this," she said, a loving smile. "Knowing he's the only man in my life."