Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
No
w
,
i
t
wa
s
he
r
tim
e
t
o
go
.
Sh
e
tiptoe
d
int
o
th
e
littl
e
bathroo
m
wher
e
the
champagn
e
flute
s
stil
l
sa
t
b
y
th
e
Jacuzzi
.
T
w
o
towel
s
lay
o
n
th
e
floo
r
s
o
sh
e
picke
d
the
m
u
p
an
d
folde
d
the
m
over
a
radiato
r
,
unabl
e
t
o
sto
p
smilin
g
a
s
sh
e
revisite
d
th
e
scene
o
f
wher
e
thei
r
lovemakin
g
ha
d
begun
.
Sh
e
steppe
d
into th
e
showe
r
cubicl
e
an
d
lightl
y
washe
d
hi
m
of
f
he
r
,
moving
he
r
soap
y
hand
s
acros
s
he
r
bod
y
wit
h
a
new-found
confidence
.
Sh
e
wa
s
totall
y
invigorate
d
fro
m
th
e
inside
out
.
Whe
n
sh
e
wa
s
bac
k
i
n
he
r
glamorou
s
dres
s
an
d
heels,
sh
e
spraye
d
perfum
e
an
d
fixe
d
he
r
make-u
p
whic
h
had don
e
quit
e
wel
l
o
n
th
e
surviva
l
stake
s
despit
e
th
e
stea
m
of th
e
Jacuzzi
,
showe
r
an
d
no
t
t
o
mentio
n
th
e
hea
t
o
f
the lovemakin
g
session
.
The
n
sh
e
too
k
on
e
las
t
loo
k
at Marco
.
H
e
wa
s
a
stunnin
g
youn
g
man
.
W
el
l
ou
t
o
f
he
r
league
an
d
sh
e
kne
w
it
,
bu
t
h
e
ha
d
enjoye
d
i
t
too
.
H
e
sai
d
so
.
He wa
s
meetin
g
friend
s
fo
r
dinne
r
late
r
tha
t
evening
.
H
e
had
a
lif
e
o
f
hi
s
ow
n
t
o
ge
t
o
n
with
.
H
e
ha
d
don
e
hi
s
job
.
“Goodbye
,
m
y
love
r
,
”
sh
e
whispered
,
feelin
g
lik
e
an exoti
c
prostitute
,
an
d
ble
w
a
kis
s
toward
s
him
.
Sh
e
carefull
y
opene
d
th
e
doo
r
,
steppe
d
outsid
e
and
close
d
th
e
doo
r
behin
d
he
r
,
leavin
g
Marc
o
i
n
a
very
contente
d
sleep
.
H
e
ha
d
give
n
he
r
a
real-lif
e
memor
y
that wa
s
onl
y
eve
r
i
n
he
r
dream
s
befor
e
no
w
an
d
sh
e
would
neve
r
forge
t
hi
m
fo
r
it
.
Whe
n
Gin
a
wen
t
bac
k
insid
e
th
e
T
o
p
O’Th
e
Roa
d
pub nex
t
doo
r
,
i
t
dawne
d
o
n
he
r
tha
t
th
e
girl
s
might
,
just might
,
b
e
worrie
d
abou
t
he
r
a
t
thi
s
tim
e
o
f
th
e
evening
an
d
he
r
elatio
n
wa
s
threatene
d
wit
h
th
e
fac
t
tha
t
she
migh
t
b
e
i
n
trouble
.
The
n
a
tall
,
burl
y
ma
n
approache
d
he
r
wit
h
a
loo
k
of grea
t
concern
.
“
Y
o
u
mus
t
b
e
Gina?
”
h
e
asked
.
“Jesus
,
you’v
e
given
thos
e
girl
s
a
terribl
e
fright
!
D
o
the
y
kno
w
you’r
e
okay?
”
Gin
a
shoo
k
he
r
hea
d
lik
e
a
disobedien
t
schoolgir
l
and
a
wav
e
o
f
pani
c
ros
e
insid
e
he
r
.
“Oh
,
I
didn
’
t
mea
n
to
caus
e
an
y
trouble
!
D
o
yo
u
kno
w
wher
e
the
y
are
?
I
need t
o
fin
d
the
m
quickly!
”
“Wh
y
didn
’
t
yo
u
a
t
leas
t
cal
l
them
?
They’v
e
probably
calle
d
th
e
Guards!
”
Oh
,
h
e
reall
y
wa
s
cross
.
“
W
ell
,
I
woul
d
have
,
but
,
yo
u
see
,
I
don
’
t
kno
w
an
y
of
thei
r
numbers
.
Tha
t
sound
s
strang
e
bu
t
befor
e
thi
s
tri
p
we
didn
’
t
reall
y
nee
d
the
m
becaus
e
Poll
y
live
s
nex
t
doo
r
an
d
–”
Th
e
ma
n
fishe
d
a
busines
s
car
d
fro
m
hi
s
pocke
t
and
bega
n
t
o
dia
l
a
numbe
r
o
n
hi
s
mobil
e
phon
e
a
s
Gin
a
stood lookin
g
u
p
a
t
him
.