we go again. Opal. For the last time, Phil and I will not be getting together.”
“I want to know why on earth not.” Opal drank some wine and glared at Vicky over the rim of the glass.
Vicky paused. Well, actually. Why not? He was interested, that much she knew; she was interested. They were both adults. OK, so she wasn’t technically single, but she considered herself one hundred percent separated from Carl. Would Phil see it that way? He probably would, if she told him everything – and there was the problem, as far as Vicky was concerned.
She wasn’t about to start up anything with anyone without telling them everything about Carl and Sonia… and she simply couldn’t imagine telling any man the whole story. What man would want to be with her after she told them about her years of abuse and showed them the scars on her back? Who would want her after they found out that she kidnapped her own child and hid her from the father? Who would have any respect for a woman who ran to another state and lied to everyone in her new life?
No. Not now. Maybe in a few months, when she had saved up some money and solidified her position at Open Skies, she could go to Julie and tell her the truth. If she didn’t get fired for knowingly making Julie an accessory to a crime – for harboring a kidnapper, even if Julie had no idea – then she could find a small apartment around Clarity and ask her Mom to bring Sonia to her in Colorado. They could start again. And then – only then, when everything was out in the open – would she even consider a relationship with a man.
And if Julie did let Vicky go for lying to her face in the job interview? Well, she’d have some savings and she had Opal. She could always come back here to the motel and start looking for a new job. She could start again. She had done it once, and she wouldn’t be so scared the second time around.
Opal was still waiting for an answer. She looked at Vicky and her heart actually ached for the younger woman. So much pain, so much fear. So much courage and strength. Opal was in awe of her, and wanted so desperately for her to be happy. Maybe this man, Phil, could bring some joy to Vicky. In time.
“Well. I’ll see, OK?” Vicky smiled. “It’s early days, Opal. I don’t feel the need to rush in to anything. And besides, I have a few things I want to do first.”
“What things?”
Vicky smiled, a real smile, one that changed her whole face. When Vicky smiled like this, she just looked so gorgeous, it took Opal’s breath away every single time. She hoped that she’d see that smile more and more often now.
“Well, let’s just say that it involves a trip to the hair dresser, and a full day of shopping.”
“Oooh.” Opal was delighted. “A make-over!” She was an avid ‘What Not To Wear’ watcher and dreamed of being given an unlimited budget to go to New York and shop ‘til she dropped.
“Damn right.” Vicky turned her attention at last to her dinner. “I need some help, though. And I know just the people to ask.”
**
Tammy sobbed as Rob thrust between her thighs, deeper now. Her hands grasped the tumbled bedsheets as her climax approached. Her long legs tightened around his hips as she raised herself to meet him, over and over.
Rob stared down at her with glazed eyes. She was writhing beneath him, her head pressed in to the pillow as she arched against him. He lowered his chest on to her perfect breasts and kissed her, licking her lips and the inside of her mouth.
She moaned and opened her mouth against his.
“Rob, I’m so close… please.”
“Come for me, sweetheart.” He gripped her hips and withdrew from her hot center, plunged in again, withdrew, plunged. He fought to stop himself from coming before her, but it was proving a huge challenge. She is just so gorgeous, so hot. Oh, God.
He thrust his thumb between her sweet lips and she sucked on it, her eyes blazing up at him from the bed. He removed his finger and then
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