It was a big night, and Phillip wanted you looking your best. He’d given you his card and let you order whatever you wanted. Tonight was a gala, and he needed you to impress. He couldn’t wait to see what you’d picked out and was pacing the bedroom as you got ready. He knocks on the closed bathroom door, a little impatiently. “Ready yet, sweetheart? I’m dying to see ya. Don’t leave me waiting.”