had been watching a documentary of the singer which had been recorded early in her career and had seen the evidence of that shyness for her shyness. It had helped Natalie understand how she could feel confident giving a presentation to a room full of strangers and yet feel nervous having a drink with them afterwards. The weeks leading up to giving a presentation of her final project to her entire class at university had been nerve wracking. And yet on the day it had gone so smoothly she had amazed herself. She had never been shy giving a presentation to any client. It was the intimate, close eye-to-eye contact that embarrassed her. It was a bit like acting she’d realized—learning one’s lines by heart and delivering them flawlessly.
Watching that documentary on Beyonc é had made her realize that her shyness didn’t need to get in the way of being successful or stop her from doing anything she wanted to.
Standing in front of Stephano on Saturday evening wearing just a thong hadn’t been excruciating as she would have imagined it being, but it hadn’t been easy. Her body wasn’t perfect, but she’d seen enough naked female bodies in the changing room of the fitness club after exercise classes to know that hers was in pretty decent shape. Her hips and thighs could be smaller perhaps, but most women would probably say the same thing.
She had embraced her height and found it an advantage in many ways. She took time to pamper her skin and it glowed as a result. Every time she went for a facial massage, the beauty therapist always said that she wished her skin was as gorgeous as Natalie’s. The woman’s skin was flawless, but she’d confessed that it took a lot of maintenance to achieve the look.
When Michael had gripped her hair to force her to go down on him, he’d torn out clumps of it out and left several bald patches. The baldness hadn’t been permanent, but she’d had to crop the back really short. To her surprise the style really suited the shape of her face and her thick, healthy hair and it had become her signature hairstyle. Cut expertly it looked chic and whenever she wanted a softer, more feminine look, as she’d wanted for the dinner date, she curled it into loose carefree waves.
***
Natalie made a sound of annoyance when her doorbell rang much sooner than she’d anticipated. She’d rushed home after work hoping that she’d finish cooking and have a quick shower before Stephano arrived back from Uxbridge. She hadn’t tried to compete with his mother by cooking pasta or other Italian dish. Instead she’d cooked Curry Chicken with rice, instead of roti. She slipped the apron off and hurried to the front door.
Even after a long day of negotiations and the additional travel time King’s Cross St. Pancras to Uxbridge, Stephano looked gorgeous. The jacket of his suit folded neatly over one arm, holding the extendable handle of his small, wheeled travel case. He was the epitome of the young profession traveling for business.
“Hi,” she felt suddenly shy and a little nervous.
“Hi.” His response was like the purr of a lion as he placed the jacket over the handle of the case and wrapped his arms around her.
“Did you miss me, cara mia ?”
Like crazy.
“You were only gone for two days!” she protested weakly as he found the vulnerable pulse point of her neck and sucked it into the heat of his mouth.
“ I missed you,” he admitted, staring into her eyes.
It should have been the easiest thing to say that she’d missed him too, but the word stuck in her throat.
Stephano lowered his lips to hers as he lifted her bodily. She wrapped her legs around his hips and reveled in his strength and the feel of his arms around her. She was a tall, not-exactly skinny woman, yet he made her feel slender and utterly feminine in comparison to his larger frame. It was silly, but she loved it.
She was mostly leg and Michael had a
Watching that documentary on Beyonc é had made her realize that her shyness didn’t need to get in the way of being successful or stop her from doing anything she wanted to.
Standing in front of Stephano on Saturday evening wearing just a thong hadn’t been excruciating as she would have imagined it being, but it hadn’t been easy. Her body wasn’t perfect, but she’d seen enough naked female bodies in the changing room of the fitness club after exercise classes to know that hers was in pretty decent shape. Her hips and thighs could be smaller perhaps, but most women would probably say the same thing.
She had embraced her height and found it an advantage in many ways. She took time to pamper her skin and it glowed as a result. Every time she went for a facial massage, the beauty therapist always said that she wished her skin was as gorgeous as Natalie’s. The woman’s skin was flawless, but she’d confessed that it took a lot of maintenance to achieve the look.
When Michael had gripped her hair to force her to go down on him, he’d torn out clumps of it out and left several bald patches. The baldness hadn’t been permanent, but she’d had to crop the back really short. To her surprise the style really suited the shape of her face and her thick, healthy hair and it had become her signature hairstyle. Cut expertly it looked chic and whenever she wanted a softer, more feminine look, as she’d wanted for the dinner date, she curled it into loose carefree waves.
***
Natalie made a sound of annoyance when her doorbell rang much sooner than she’d anticipated. She’d rushed home after work hoping that she’d finish cooking and have a quick shower before Stephano arrived back from Uxbridge. She hadn’t tried to compete with his mother by cooking pasta or other Italian dish. Instead she’d cooked Curry Chicken with rice, instead of roti. She slipped the apron off and hurried to the front door.
Even after a long day of negotiations and the additional travel time King’s Cross St. Pancras to Uxbridge, Stephano looked gorgeous. The jacket of his suit folded neatly over one arm, holding the extendable handle of his small, wheeled travel case. He was the epitome of the young profession traveling for business.
“Hi,” she felt suddenly shy and a little nervous.
“Hi.” His response was like the purr of a lion as he placed the jacket over the handle of the case and wrapped his arms around her.
“Did you miss me, cara mia ?”
Like crazy.
“You were only gone for two days!” she protested weakly as he found the vulnerable pulse point of her neck and sucked it into the heat of his mouth.
“ I missed you,” he admitted, staring into her eyes.
It should have been the easiest thing to say that she’d missed him too, but the word stuck in her throat.
Stephano lowered his lips to hers as he lifted her bodily. She wrapped her legs around his hips and reveled in his strength and the feel of his arms around her. She was a tall, not-exactly skinny woman, yet he made her feel slender and utterly feminine in comparison to his larger frame. It was silly, but she loved it.
She was mostly leg and Michael had a
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