Shattered Expectations

She sat in front of the mirror, turned her head slightly and admired the make up. She tied her hair and braided at the top of her head, gathering them and letting them fall behind her head, showing off her smooth long neck. She wore long earrings and matching pendant that further accentuated her neck and an off shoulder Versace that made her feel like Venus. She imagined how he would look at her when they finally meet. He would stop in his tracks, take her hands in his, take a step back and look her over from top to bottom and fix his gaze on her neck, and on her breasts. She knew then that he would then bring her hands to his mouth, kiss them and let them go, and pull her close to him to plant a kiss on her lips. She shivered in excitement as she imagined his hand on her lower back, pulling her near as he cocked his head to one side to kiss her...
The phone buzzed with a text message.
"Chairman has called for an emergency meeting..." it said as despair filled her, "... not going to make it tonight..."
Her shoulders drooped forwards. She had been looking forward to this evening for many days now. Disappointed, she undid her hair, yanked off the earrings in a huff. She scrubbed off the make up and tousled her hair. Tears of disappointment welled up in her as she flung her dress across the room and threw herself on the bed and sobbed herself to sleep.
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Incessant ringing. She wearily reached to her phone next to her and saw the same familiar number through tear-stained eyes. It was night now, and the room was dark. On the backlit display, she saw a long list of missed calls, voice messages, and text messages.
Yet again, she let the phone ring till it ended.
She dragged herself to the bath room and ran the tap with water. In the mirror, her hair was disheveled, eyes puffy and mascara stained. As she splashed cold water on her face, she became aware of knocking on her front door.
Through the peephole, she saw him standing there. She quickly grabbed a towel, undid the chain on the door and opened it wide. He stood there, worried look on his face, jacket bundled on his arm; the top collar button of his crumpled shirt undone and tie loosened half way down his front, cuffs on his sleeves folded back. He ran a tired hand through his hair.
"Baby", he said,"Are you ok? I won't know if you don't answer the phone."
"I thought you weren't going to come," she said.
" I really wanna see you" he said, looking down to the floor,"and I promised you I was gonna come, no matter what. I'm sorry it's a little late, but everything's done, I'm here and I'm yours tonight."
Without a word, she pulled him through the door, slammed it shut, and as the towel slipped to the floor she pulled him close and planted the long, long kiss she had so long imagined.