Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Why the hell would I need lingerie?
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable and unattractive. I’m going to kill Kerry for making me come here and do this.
Four Hours Later.
The hairdresser spins my chair back toward the mirror and my eyes widen.
My long brown hair is now blond and cut into a sharp bob. A lady from cosmetics came and gave me a makeup lesson and I have twelve bags of new clothes and a major dent in my credit card.
I’m hardly recognizable, even to myself.
The hairdresser smiles. “What do you think?”
“It’s…amazing,” I reply as I turn my head to look at both sides, not a joke, it really is amazing.
“It really suits you, this color.” She takes the cape off and I walk to the reception and see Thomas sitting and waiting with a magazine, he glances up and his eyes light up as he stands. “Wow.”
I blush again…. Oh man, this is the chorus of the blushing weirdo.
“That will be four hundred and ninety euros,” the hairdresser says.
My mouth falls open. I didn’t get a hair transplant, bitch.
Jeez.
I pay her and I don’t want to think about what I’ve spent today; I’ve never spent so much money on myself in my life.
Thomas smiles as he circles me and looks me up and down. “Seriously…fucking hot, Elizabeth.” He smiles to the hairdresser. “I’m a lucky man.”
The hairdresser giggles on cue as she stares at him dreamily.
Ugh….
We leave and walk back into the shopping center; he takes my shopping bags from me to carry them. “Okay we have to go back to the hotel and practice.”
“Practice what?” I reply as I look around.
“Kissing.”
My eyes flick to him. “What for?”
“Well if we want to nail this we have to be all over each other.”
“Thomas.” I stare at him, horrified. “We’re not kissing.”
He raises his eyebrow. “Want to bet?”
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Elizabeth.
“Yes,” I whisper angrily down the phone. “He made me go shopping for sexy clothes after he had the audacity to call me mumsy and I had my hair done, which I have to admit does look pretty good. But I draw the line now because he thinks he’s coming to my room to practice kissing.”
“Ha-ha, this is the best day of all time.” Kerry laughs.
“Are you fucking serious?” I whisper. “I do not want to kiss this man.”
“Not even a little?”
Maybe a little.
“Absolutely not.”
Knock, knock, sounds on my door.
My eyes widen in horror. “Oh my fucking god, he’s here,” I whisper in a panic.
“Just kiss him,” Kerry fires back. “Hell, fuck his brains out the entire weekend.”
“You are a perverted sex maniac, Kerry, and I don’t know how we’re friends. Good. Bye.” I hang up.
Knock, knock, sounds again.
I drag my hands through my hair and jump up and down.
This can’t be happening.
“Elizabeth,” Thomas calls through the door. “I know you’re in there.”
I open the door in a rush. “What do you want?” I blurt rudely.
He steps past me into my room. “Close the door.”
“Aren’t you supposed to wait to be invited into a lady’s room?”
He gives me a slow sexy smile. “If I were a gentleman and you were a lady I suppose that would be true.” He takes me roughly into his arms. “But I’m here to serve you and today we are in training.” He looks down at me as his eyes dance with mischief. “Let’s start here.” His lips drop to my neck and he softly kisses me there.
This is an absolute disaster….
He gives me a gentle shake. “Go floppy, relax into my arms. You’re as rigid as a fucking ruler.”
He massages my shoulders in big circles. “Relax into my touch.” He must realize how traumatizing this is for me. He gives me a kind smile. “I’m on your side, Elizabeth, this is only going to work if you trust me,” he says softly. He puts his finger under my chin and lifts it so that I have to look him in the eye. “Relax into me.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod, I let my body relax a little.
“That’s it.” He pulls me closer. “Now, fit your body into mine.” His arm around my waist pulls me closer still and my breasts sit up against his chest and he smiles down at me. “See how our bodies fit like this?”
I nod.
“This is Coupling 101. Intimate couples have a way that they touch each other. When they hug they fit, when they hold hands they’re in sync. Our bodies have to mirror each other and the only way we get to that point is practice. Yes?”
I give a weak shrug.
“Now kiss me,” he says.
My eyes widen. “This is really unnecessary.”
“Kiss. Me.”
“Thomas.”
His lips take mine, softly and barely there.
The scent of his aftershave floats around me, the hardness of his body up against mine begins to steal my brain.