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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.

even walking funny,” Fiona says, smirking and watching Kent’s face. “If Daniel had really given it

Kent says, his voice harsh. Fiona’s secret

ready to move on with his day. “Of course nothing happened in there,” he says. “She’s his fiancé, he respects

casually as she does so. “Oh, I didn’t know we were suddenly so pious in this house,” she says, heading for the door. “I’ll have to say a couple of Hail Mary’s to wash away my sins from this afternoon,” she says, winking

direction and returns his attention to some paperwork on

turns again to the innocent, untouched young woman upstairs.

gives her a big smile. “I have a surprise for you, baby,” she says.

at her with curiosity. “What

holds the door open and I hop out of bed to

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Gifts

18 – Every Little

throws open the doors to the parlor. My

– white tulle, white lace, white silk, white satin – hanging from racks, draped over chairs, stacked on the sofa. The only dark spot

Daniel says, peering into the room behind

Fiona scolds, swatting at him. Daniel laughs and finishes the sandwich in two big bites, brushing his hands on his pants to get free of crumbs. Fiona glares

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

“Aren’t they gorgeous? They’re all brought in from

into the room to

everything set un

all patched up.”

that’s something else we have in common. Both of our moms

hands in his pockets. “But you will start a new family soon.”

say anything, Fiona pulls me forward

fun, playing princess, but after a while I get tired of fighting my way

that it was bad luck, and Kent only wants to come in once the final selection is made. He

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– Every Little Girl’s Dream–3

holds up the beaded Oscar de la Renta that was our other top choice, an incredible

hugs my waist with a tight

one,” I say, a little breathless, staring at myself 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 bride.

“That was my favorite too. If you’d picked the Oscar, you’d have broken my

little as she picks up her phone, texting someone. I realize, suddenly, that she’s messaging Kent – telling him to come down for final