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eyes glittering with feminine appreciation as she embraced him warmly.
Lauren could feel her face heating as something dark and dangerous reared its ugly head inside her as she watched the two of them.
“Dianne this is Lauren”, he introduced and began to list the items she would need.
“I have just the thing for you”, she said brightly to Jordan, disappearing behind a door but not before Lauren glimpsed the cold stare the older woman directed her way.
“I don’t see why I need more clothes”, Lauren grumbled for the hundredth time since he had told her of his decision.
“Now is not the time for such a discussion”, he said dismissively as Dianne reappeared followed by a female clerk with an array of clothes in different shades and styles.
Two hours later and she was weary of visiting the changing room. She had to admit; even though Dianne had been sending her chilling looks all morning, that hadn’t prevented her fabulous choice of clothing, purses, shoes, perfumes, jewelry and even negligees; whatever for she couldn’t comprehend. She surveyed her figure in the floor length mirror in the changing room; she was wearing an aqua alter top dress that gave a peak of creamy breast, clung to her rounded hips and flared at the knees. She smiled when she remembered the heat in Jordan’s eyes when he’d her in the dress a few moments ago.
She was shocked to see another figure appear beside her in the mirror. How dare her, Lauren fumed silently; she hadn’t even knocked.
“I can see why he seems taken with you”, Dianne said brushing her fingertips across Lauren’s shoulder, “You are beautiful”.
Lauren relaxed, thinking she must have misread the other woman this morning, but irritated that she would not mind her own business.
“But I’ve seen him with women more beautiful and classier than you”, her voice dripped venom, yet her pretty heart shaped face remained pleasant, “and it never lasts, take my foolish advice; take all you can get now because he’ll soon tire of you in his bed”.
Lauren turned in astonishment, prepared to tell the other woman what she thought of her meddling but she had already exited, the door closing behind her. Lauren had to will the tears to remain behind her eyes. She wondered despairingly if she had already begun to bore him. Her face was pale and drawn as she glimpsed it in the mirror; she stiffened her spine, changed and stormed from the room, her head held high, in search of Jordan.
“I want to leave; now! ”, he seemed about to protest but something in her face must have convinced him.
“Ok”, he said, a puzzled expression crossing his features.
He said something unintelligible to Dianne after which he collected their bags and followed her to the Car. She sat stiffly in her seat as the car pulled away from the store, praying that there was no outward sign of her inner misery; her heart was ripping into two, inch by painful inch. Was Dianne right? Was he tired of her already even though they had not slept together? Maybe he had decided she was not attractive after all.
Jordan made several attempts at conversation during their trip back to Ocho Rios but she was so preoccupied cursing Dianne for being meddlesome, Jordan for being a womanizer and herself for being stupid, that all she could muster in terms of response was a grunt here and there. She wanted to confront him, have him deny what Dianne had said, but what would she ask him. She chided herself for her foolishness; besides it wasn’t as if he had proclaimed love and proposed marriage. She fought to control a hysterical laugh at the thought.
She breathed a sigh of relief as they disembarked the plane and boarded his car where they had left it that morning. He had a meeting so he wouldn't linger to see her settled in at the hotel when they got there.
“Are you feeling well”, Jordan finally asked , his face filled with concern as his eyes shifted from the road to her.
“Never
Lauren could feel her face heating as something dark and dangerous reared its ugly head inside her as she watched the two of them.
“Dianne this is Lauren”, he introduced and began to list the items she would need.
“I have just the thing for you”, she said brightly to Jordan, disappearing behind a door but not before Lauren glimpsed the cold stare the older woman directed her way.
“I don’t see why I need more clothes”, Lauren grumbled for the hundredth time since he had told her of his decision.
“Now is not the time for such a discussion”, he said dismissively as Dianne reappeared followed by a female clerk with an array of clothes in different shades and styles.
Two hours later and she was weary of visiting the changing room. She had to admit; even though Dianne had been sending her chilling looks all morning, that hadn’t prevented her fabulous choice of clothing, purses, shoes, perfumes, jewelry and even negligees; whatever for she couldn’t comprehend. She surveyed her figure in the floor length mirror in the changing room; she was wearing an aqua alter top dress that gave a peak of creamy breast, clung to her rounded hips and flared at the knees. She smiled when she remembered the heat in Jordan’s eyes when he’d her in the dress a few moments ago.
She was shocked to see another figure appear beside her in the mirror. How dare her, Lauren fumed silently; she hadn’t even knocked.
“I can see why he seems taken with you”, Dianne said brushing her fingertips across Lauren’s shoulder, “You are beautiful”.
Lauren relaxed, thinking she must have misread the other woman this morning, but irritated that she would not mind her own business.
“But I’ve seen him with women more beautiful and classier than you”, her voice dripped venom, yet her pretty heart shaped face remained pleasant, “and it never lasts, take my foolish advice; take all you can get now because he’ll soon tire of you in his bed”.
Lauren turned in astonishment, prepared to tell the other woman what she thought of her meddling but she had already exited, the door closing behind her. Lauren had to will the tears to remain behind her eyes. She wondered despairingly if she had already begun to bore him. Her face was pale and drawn as she glimpsed it in the mirror; she stiffened her spine, changed and stormed from the room, her head held high, in search of Jordan.
“I want to leave; now! ”, he seemed about to protest but something in her face must have convinced him.
“Ok”, he said, a puzzled expression crossing his features.
He said something unintelligible to Dianne after which he collected their bags and followed her to the Car. She sat stiffly in her seat as the car pulled away from the store, praying that there was no outward sign of her inner misery; her heart was ripping into two, inch by painful inch. Was Dianne right? Was he tired of her already even though they had not slept together? Maybe he had decided she was not attractive after all.
Jordan made several attempts at conversation during their trip back to Ocho Rios but she was so preoccupied cursing Dianne for being meddlesome, Jordan for being a womanizer and herself for being stupid, that all she could muster in terms of response was a grunt here and there. She wanted to confront him, have him deny what Dianne had said, but what would she ask him. She chided herself for her foolishness; besides it wasn’t as if he had proclaimed love and proposed marriage. She fought to control a hysterical laugh at the thought.
She breathed a sigh of relief as they disembarked the plane and boarded his car where they had left it that morning. He had a meeting so he wouldn't linger to see her settled in at the hotel when they got there.
“Are you feeling well”, Jordan finally asked , his face filled with concern as his eyes shifted from the road to her.
“Never
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