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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

enough,” 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

“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

in her direction and returns his attention

to concentrate, his mind turns again

big smile. “I have a surprise for you,

look at her with

door open and I hop out of

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Gifts

18 – Every Little Girl’s Dream–2

the parlor. My eyebrows shoot up and I cover my mouth with both hands when

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

on?” Daniel says, peering into the room behind me, a

bites, brushing his hands on his pants to get free of

in my stomach as I realize what all

dresses!” Fiona says, clapping her hands. “Aren’t they gorgeous? They’re

here,” Fiona says, pulling me and Daniel further into the room to stand by Kent, “out of the way, while I

everything set un ”

all patched

smile at Daniel again. “I guess that’s something else we have

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

before I can say anything, Fiona pulls me forward to try on the first gown.

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

and Kent only wants to come in once the

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the last dress. She holds up the beaded Oscar de la Renta that was our other top choice, an incredible off–white beaded silk that fell heavily to the floor and

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, which sweeps behind me

kind of girl who dreamed

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

I realize, suddenly, that she’s messaging Kent –