This is a for fun question. I just want to know how you like this. (FYI- Sadie and Luke are kind of enemies because they work together and fight a lot. But they’re both very attracted, physically, to each other)

She drove like a bat out of hell until we reached her house. She literally dragged me up the stairs and into a bedroom, shoving me down onto what looked like a very expensive bed and then rushing into what was probably the bathroom.
I sat there, clearing my throat uncomfortably. Well, this was kind of awkward. The house was utterly silent. Was anyone ever home here?
"Take off your clothes!" I heard Sadie call from the bathroom.
"What!" I about yelped it.
She made a noise of frustration. Her arm came into view from the doorway, pointing at the opposite side of the room where there was one of those privacy dressing screen things you always see in movies. "Go behind there. And hurry up! I have to get you ready before I can get myself ready!"
I grumbled as I went behind the folding screen and began to strip. A moment later, a pair of ironed slacks fell on top of my head. "Ow."
"Oh stop complaining. You should be thanking me. I’m introducing you to fashion."
I muttered a couple things I was going to introduce my foot to as I pulled them on. A pressed white shirt and black jacket fell on my head, and I pulled them on too. I wrinkled my nose as I looked down at myself. Ugh. It was like a tux. Like prom all over again.
"Are you done yet?"
"Yeah." Disgruntled, I stepped out from the screen. I didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended when Sadie’s brows rose in surprise.
"Wow. You clean up nice. Come here." She stepped to me, threw a tie around my neck. I thought I saw her cheeks redden, just a little, as she tied it. My chin brushed the soft top of her head.
" ‘Kay. Now get those shoes on while I get dressed."
I sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled on the the flats sitting on the floor. Then I lounged there for the next half hour while Sadie readied herself. Geez. Why do girls take so long to get ready?
Finally, she bustled back in. I blinked. She wore a short silver dress that clung to her curves, and her hair was wound into one of those low side ponytails, with the tail curled in shimmering spirals. Her makeup was smokey and perfect. And her legs-since the dress stopped mid-thigh-were long and gleaming.
"Um." I swallowed, hard. She was too distracted with the comb and hairspray she held in her hands to notice. "You look…good."
"Thanks," she said absent-mindedly, setting the can of hairspray down on the bed beside me.
My heart thudded in surprise when she kicked my legs apart to stand between them and plunged a hand into my hair. Oh God. Her chest was right in my face.
"Close your eyes so you don’t get any hairspray in them," she ordered.
Okay. That was probably smarter anyway. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to breathe too deeply so I wouldn’t get high off the smell of her. Holy crap she smelled good.
Five minutes later, she stepped back and I took a deep drag of breath. I felt light-headed.
"I’m all done." She smiled. Her eyes traveled from my head to my toes. "You look…" I waited for the compliment. It didn’t come. "Damn, I’m good." she said cheerily, turning to put away the hairspray and comb.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Ugh. I had Zac Efron hair. I did look pretty sharp though. Not as sharp as Sadie, but then again, who does? At the moment, the only woman I could think of who looked as beautiful as Sadie was Catherine Zeta-Jones. And even then her face couldn’t push Sadie’s out of my mind.
"Alright. Let’s go." She started toward the door.
"Wait, what about my clothes?"
She hit the lightswitch. I blinked in the sudden darkness. "We’ll get them after the party."
I hurried after her, trying my best not to watch the sway of her hips under that shimmering dress.
Sure! But it’s a lot more… do you want just the next couple chapters or the whole thing?