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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.

Fiona says, smirking and watching Kent’s face. “If Daniel had really given it to her

his voice harsh. Fiona’s secret

stands up, ready to move on with his day. “Of course nothing happened in there,” he says. “She’s his fiancé, he respects her. Daniel knows it’s impious to have sex before the

well, crossing herself 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

her direction and returns his attention to some paperwork

concentrate, his mind turns again to the innocent,

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

at her

the door open and I hop out of

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downstairs towards the front of the house, where she throws open the doors to the parlor.

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

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

him. Daniel laughs and finishes the sandwich in two big bites, brushing his hands on his pants to get free

little anxiety roiling in my stomach as I realize

clapping her hands. “Aren’t they gorgeous? They’re

into the room to stand by Kent, “out of the way, while I

everything set un

all patched

something else we have in common. Both

says dryly, putting his hands in his pockets. “But you

but before I can say

I get tired of fighting my way through yards and yards of tulle. Daniel and Kent leave immediately as the trials

the dress, insisting that it was bad luck, and Kent only wants to come in

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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 made a fantastic shushing sound as I

a tight bodice, the off–shoulder sleeves flowing down in to the flowing charmeuse of the skirt, which sweeps

of girl who dreamed about

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

texting someone. I realize, suddenly,