part 2 of Blind date
It was 6:57. Kommissar said 7. Which meant that
Beca was a complete mess. She was frantically running around as well as she
could in her 4 inch heels, looking for her misplaced phone. She pulled her
dress down that had snuck up her ass, again.
Damn Kommissar for telling her to dress nice. Although her wardrobe situation
was partially Beca’s fault. All she owned that was considered “nice” was her
tight black clubbing dress and her “fuck me” heels, which is not where Beca
wanted the night to go. Nope, not at all.
There was a knock on her apartment door, yet
Beca still couldn’t find her damn phone! “Kleine
Maus, you coming, ja?”
“I’ll come for you!” Shit. Beca cringed and
waited for a response but all she could make out was a muffled laugh. “Gotcha.”
Beca found her phone in the refrigerator (seriously? How out of it was she?),
grabbed her purse and opened the door to be greeted with the hottest thing Beca
had ever laid eyes on. Kommissar was wearing a silky red blouse tucked into
black sleek tailored pants, paired with a black leather jacket. Her blonde hair
was braided back into a messy bun with a few stray hairs framing her face. Her
lips looked like they were painted red with the blood of her enemies and she
had on dark eye makeup that accentuated her icy blue eyes. She was breathtaking.