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in front of a mirror. Inhaling, she dropped the towel.
Trisha stared at her reflection. Smoothing a hand down her plus-size body, she frowned. She had saggy breasts, fat rolls and cellulite. What did Zach find so attractive about all that? Tilting her head, she scrutinized her reflection. Well, her breasts weren’t that saggy and the crunches were smoothing out the fat rolls. Turning to the side, she shook her head, and ran a hand down her hip. No amount of lotions or potions would get rid of the cellulite. With a sigh, she tossed her hair over her shoulder as she faced front again. At least her hair was nice. She’d let her tangled mane air dry, instead of taking a flat iron to her auburn hair. The effect was tiny individual curls.
She combed her hand through the length. The strands flowed like silk through her fingers. At least her hair was fabulous. Even Gordy had liked her hair, but Zach...her smile widened. Zach liked the whole package, and speaking of...she glanced at the clock. If she didn’t get a move on she would be late.
Actually he should be back by now. She walked to the closed bedroom door and opened it a crack. The living area was clear. Returning to the bed she wiggled into a black lace bustier, sucked in a breath and hooked the top button. Liking Zach and loving the way he made her body feel was far more than she expected from this weekend.
She reached for her dress and a knock sounded on the door.
She wasn’t even ready. He must’ve forgot his key. She wrestled into the garment as she walked out the room.
“Com...ow!” She stubbed her toe on a chair.
The knock sounded again.
“Hold a tick!” She struggled with the zipper before it found its way home.
She straightened the skirt around her hips and fixed her boobs, before opening the door.
No one was on the other side.
She peered into the vacant corridor. Nothing.
With a shrug, she stepped back and paper crinkled beneath her foot. Some enterprising employee thought to get a jump on tomorrow’s check outs. She bent to retrieve the page, flipped it over and froze. At first glance the image appeared innocent: she and Zach stood at the railroad crossing at Greenfield Village. His hands cradled her face, but the dark jagged letters as well as the message left her cold. I’m watching you .
The lock whirred and clicked a moment before Zach appeared in the doorway. He greeted her with a smile. “You’re almost dressed.”
She thrust the paper at him. “Is this your idea of a joke?”
He paused, eyes wide, and clutched the page. “Is what a joke?”
She spun on her heel to walk away, then remembered his words from the night before and faced him again. “Who did you get to take this?”
For a moment she could’ve sworn guilt shadowed his face before a cold mask of anger replaced it. Zach crumpled the image in his fist.
He crossed to the phone on the desk. “I’ll have the hotel move us to another room.”
“That’s not answering my question!” Her voice rose slightly as panic settled in the pit of her stomach. He’d promised he wouldn’t take anymore photos without her permission and—and...a threat? Realization struck and she sucked in a breath. “The other night? In my shop. You knew someone was threatening me.”
He flinched.
“And this whole weekend was what? Your way of...keeping me safe?”
“This time together has been more than that.” He reached out a hand and drew her towards him.
She dug in her heels and lifted her chin in defiance when he raised a brow. “You are not sweet talking your way out of this one.”
He stepped closer and she glared at him.
“The last few days have been amazing, Trish. Even without some threat hovering I’d still have asked you to spend the weekend with me.” He drew a caress just above the neckline of her dress.
The featherlight touch burned a path of need so intense she locked her knees to keep the ache between her thighs in check. No matter how her body betrayed
Trisha stared at her reflection. Smoothing a hand down her plus-size body, she frowned. She had saggy breasts, fat rolls and cellulite. What did Zach find so attractive about all that? Tilting her head, she scrutinized her reflection. Well, her breasts weren’t that saggy and the crunches were smoothing out the fat rolls. Turning to the side, she shook her head, and ran a hand down her hip. No amount of lotions or potions would get rid of the cellulite. With a sigh, she tossed her hair over her shoulder as she faced front again. At least her hair was nice. She’d let her tangled mane air dry, instead of taking a flat iron to her auburn hair. The effect was tiny individual curls.
She combed her hand through the length. The strands flowed like silk through her fingers. At least her hair was fabulous. Even Gordy had liked her hair, but Zach...her smile widened. Zach liked the whole package, and speaking of...she glanced at the clock. If she didn’t get a move on she would be late.
Actually he should be back by now. She walked to the closed bedroom door and opened it a crack. The living area was clear. Returning to the bed she wiggled into a black lace bustier, sucked in a breath and hooked the top button. Liking Zach and loving the way he made her body feel was far more than she expected from this weekend.
She reached for her dress and a knock sounded on the door.
She wasn’t even ready. He must’ve forgot his key. She wrestled into the garment as she walked out the room.
“Com...ow!” She stubbed her toe on a chair.
The knock sounded again.
“Hold a tick!” She struggled with the zipper before it found its way home.
She straightened the skirt around her hips and fixed her boobs, before opening the door.
No one was on the other side.
She peered into the vacant corridor. Nothing.
With a shrug, she stepped back and paper crinkled beneath her foot. Some enterprising employee thought to get a jump on tomorrow’s check outs. She bent to retrieve the page, flipped it over and froze. At first glance the image appeared innocent: she and Zach stood at the railroad crossing at Greenfield Village. His hands cradled her face, but the dark jagged letters as well as the message left her cold. I’m watching you .
The lock whirred and clicked a moment before Zach appeared in the doorway. He greeted her with a smile. “You’re almost dressed.”
She thrust the paper at him. “Is this your idea of a joke?”
He paused, eyes wide, and clutched the page. “Is what a joke?”
She spun on her heel to walk away, then remembered his words from the night before and faced him again. “Who did you get to take this?”
For a moment she could’ve sworn guilt shadowed his face before a cold mask of anger replaced it. Zach crumpled the image in his fist.
He crossed to the phone on the desk. “I’ll have the hotel move us to another room.”
“That’s not answering my question!” Her voice rose slightly as panic settled in the pit of her stomach. He’d promised he wouldn’t take anymore photos without her permission and—and...a threat? Realization struck and she sucked in a breath. “The other night? In my shop. You knew someone was threatening me.”
He flinched.
“And this whole weekend was what? Your way of...keeping me safe?”
“This time together has been more than that.” He reached out a hand and drew her towards him.
She dug in her heels and lifted her chin in defiance when he raised a brow. “You are not sweet talking your way out of this one.”
He stepped closer and she glared at him.
“The last few days have been amazing, Trish. Even without some threat hovering I’d still have asked you to spend the weekend with me.” He drew a caress just above the neckline of her dress.
The featherlight touch burned a path of need so intense she locked her knees to keep the ache between her thighs in check. No matter how her body betrayed
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