alarm goes off at six a.m., I know it’s time to get up. My meeting with Nick
Grafton is today. I’ve been awake since four, when I woke to find Mink covering
my face, fur tickling my nose.
living, purring fur coat. My cat.
hard to hold on to sleep, blissful unconsciousness. General anesthesia.
however, wanted to watch a slideshow:
shop report. Who highlighted all those pages?
market, shopping for treats for Joe.
ladies’ room, primping a treat for Joe.
getting treated. By someone else.
that it’s essentially impossible to think of nothing, but I tried. I visualized
grey. The O shade.
right. Impossible. I started running through the alphabet backwards.
W… not as easy as
you would think, right?
somehow familiar. Starched white shirt. The scent of Bay Rhum when he caught
me. If masculine has a scent, it’s Bay Rhum.
arm around his neck. Pathetic. I wish I could un-see this.
change, forever. Am I ready? I think so. But is anyone ever ready? Maybe I’m too
ready—what if Li changes her mind? Should I buy diapers, baby clothes, a crib?
Would I be tempting fate? So far I just have an infant car seat. If this
doesn’t happen, I can just put it in the closet. Way far back in the
closet where I can’t see it.
young. Old enough to get pregnant but far too young to be a mother. In so many
ways, she’s really still a baby herself. She’s been forced into a situation
with no possible happy ending—at least not for her. Her tragedy will make my
dream come true. Can I help make some of her dreams come true in return? She
wants to be an esthetician, told me the day I met her on the gO Spa. Can I find
a scholarship for her? Create one?
Grafton. Okay. This is better. This I can handle. What to wear?
representing O. I visualize grey again. Dove grey suit of raw silk, seamed to
fit my body perfectly, never too tight or too loose. High heels, but not too
spiky. And most importantly, a necklace of glass Os, linked together with
today’s secret power, rose silk cheeky panties that lace up the back. Matching
bustier. Grey thigh highs in fine mesh.
chic and understated. Underneath, intimate pleasure.
USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge.
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husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever,
journalist-turned-fiction-writer whose snappy, irreverent prose combines with
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produce fun(ny) contemporary romance with a focus on second chances. New
England born and bred, Elisa Reed now lives, writes, and plays in New Orleans
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