Handling Cynthia: A Second Chances Novella - Plot & Excerpts
She smiled. Trent would love how she looked in the black lace camisole and thong, her body waiting for his commands. Her gaze swept the room. The granite countertops in the kitchenette sparkled, and the sleek taupe couch in the sitting area looked tidy with its pale green pillows plumped in the corners. She turned off the overhead light to cast them in shadow. Padding to the desk lamp, she hung a red scarf over the shade, creating a soft glow. Apprehension flickered through her as she turned down the white damask bedspread. Her fingers smoothed her hair one last time. She lay on her side across the bed, facing the door, elbow resting on the mattress, head propped on her hand. She waited. Her stomach fluttered as the moments ticked by. She breathed to calm her excitement. The persistent scent of orange-cinnamon perfume filled her nostrils, and she wondered if she'd used too much. No, that was the nerves talking.
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