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Chapter 18 – Every Little Girl’s

Dream–1

Fiona pants, her mouth open and her eyes closed, as she and Kent finish in his office.

She’s straddling him in his chair, her black silk panties discarded on the floor.

Kent breathes hard too, on hand wrapped in her hair, the other pressed against her lower back. Slowly, she raises herself off of him, lowering her feet to the ground. She leans forward, her hands on the arms of the chair, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“Thanks, baby,” she murmurs. “I always like a little afternoon

treat.”

Kent doesn’t say anything, just pulls up his pants and buckles them as she stands and leans back against the desk.

“Oh,” Fiona says, looking casually at the security monitors still on his screen. “Lookie here,” she points a finger at the little rectangle that shows the door to Daniel’s room. “Looks like the love birds were having a little tryst.”

She laughs but Kent can’t help himself from clamping his teeth together, watching closely.

Fiona notices Kent’s tension and tilts her head with curiosity, looking between Kent and the screen. Kent ignores her.

him, he knows. They come willingly to his bed, or wherever else he takes them.

But as he stares at Fay on the screen, walking back down the hall to her room, he fights to control himself. He knows that he wants her – can’t deny it any more – in a rough, primal sort of way. Different than the way he wants Fiona, who slakes his thirst.

But Fay? She leaves him parched.

Fiona smirks, watching her lover stare at the girl on the screen. “You know,” she says, folding her arms and keeping her voice light. “I don’t think anything funny even went on in that room.”

Kent’s eyes flash to her. “What?”

“Just look,” Fiona says, gesturing to the screen, where Fay has reached her door. The camera shows Fay’s face as she twists the knob and walks in. “Can’t you see? Her hair isn’t mussed, and neither is her makeup. Her lips aren’t even swollen.”

Kent, unable to help himself, turns to study the image, nothing

that Fiona is correct.

and watching Kent’s face. “If Daniel had really given it

says, his voice harsh. Fiona’s secret smile only

course nothing happened in there,” he says. “She’s his fiancé, he respects her. Daniel knows it’s

know we were suddenly so pious in this house,” she says, heading

in her direction and returns his attention to some paperwork on his desk.

turns again to the innocent, untouched young woman

afternoon, Fiona opens Fay’s door and gives her a big smile. “I have a surprise for

at

and find out.” Fiona holds the door open and I hop out of

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18 – Every Little Girl’s Dream–2

house, where she throws open the doors to the parlor. My eyebrows shoot

on the sofa. The only dark spot in the room is Kent, before the fireplace, directing

says, peering into the room behind me, a sandwich in

in two big bites, brushing his hands on his pants to get free of crumbs. Fiona glares at him a little but then nods, deeming him

I say, looking around in awe, a little anxiety roiling in my stomach

Fiona says, clapping her hands. “Aren’t they gorgeous? They’re all brought in from

you come stand here,” Fiona says, pulling me and Daniel further into the room to stand

set

all patched up.”

at Daniel again. “I guess that’s something else we have in common. Both of our moms

thing to bond over,” Kent says dryly, putting his hands in his pockets. “But you will start a new family soon.”

the truth of that, but before I can say anything,

first it was fun, playing princess, but after a while I get tired of

wants to come in once the final

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18 – Every Little Girl’s Dream–3

top choice, an incredible off–white beaded silk that fell heavily to the floor and made a fantastic shushing sound as I walked.

the Oscar, “or that?” She gestures towards the incredibly romantic Caroline Herrera dress that hugs my waist with a tight bodice, the off–shoulder sleeves flowing down in to the flowing charmeuse of the skirt,

in the mirror. I had never really been the kind of girl who dreamed about her wedding before, but in a dress like this? I am actually starting to feel like a

thank god,” Fiona says, wiping a tear from her eye. “That was my favorite too. If you’d picked the Oscar, you’d have

she picks up her phone, texting someone. I realize, suddenly, that she’s messaging Kent –