Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances) by Ann Vremont Page A
Authors: Ann Vremont
Tags: Romance
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that broadcast, only Tina knew I would be dressed up as a Fantasy Unit. Vance wasn't on my inner circle, but I couldn't have anyone asking him if he'd had a good laugh at Tina's party seeing me dressed like that.
Entering the train car, I activated the net card and logged onto my account. I had only broadcast to my inner circle, but the photo caption would be on my main page. Bringing my inner circle page up, I stared open mouthed at the card.
The last recorded broadcast showed as having been posted at noon.
I flipped to my main page and then back to my inner circle page.
Nothing. Not a damn thing.
Sinking lower into my seat, I called Tina.
"Where are you?" Tina shouted over the party’s noise.
"Did you get my broadcast?”
"Yeah, wh --"
"Did you show it to anyone?"
"Uhm…”
"God, you did, didn’t you? Who?" I leaned forward. Starting to feel faint, I let my head hang down between my knees.
"No, the screen refreshed and then it was gone.”
Not slowing down to explain, I hung up and called the next person on my list. I kept going through the list, getting no answer or finding out that the picture was gone before they could access it.
Straightening up, I leaned my head against the metro car’s plastic window and let out a shaky breath. The system had glitched, never making it onto my general page and vanishing before anyone but Tina had seen it.
Karma might be a bitch but apparently she isn't a total cunt.
I called up the text screen again and started a message to Tina. Before I could ask her not to mention my choice of costumes, a new message screen popped up. Vance's name filled the from field. I hit read , my heart skipping as the first line appeared on screen.
Sweet dreams, Morgan.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and it took me an extra second to scroll to the next line.
See you next Halloween, love.
I closed my eyes, heat flaming across my cheeks before engulfing my body. My chest tightened and the flush settled between my thighs, where it grew hotter. Questions filled my mind, the next one popping in almost before the preceding one finished.
When had he known? Before he asked me to spend the night? Before or after he input my face into the screen? Hell, why did Vance Gemini even have my face in his preference set?
I looked at the screen and read the prompt.
Dismiss or Reply?
The question was cosmically wrong -- it should have read Confirm or Deny.
Thumb hovering over the two choices, I heard the pressurized pop of the door between the metro cars opening, followed by the outside pulsing of electricity as the train was propelled along the magnetized tracks. I kept staring at the screen, trying to decide whether to answer or run and hide in my apartment.
"You have to think about it?”
Vance.
I looked up at him then quickly looked away.
Stubbornly nudging at me, he coaxed me into giving up half my bench seat. Tilting my chin up, he pinched each of the mask’s particle clamps between his index finger and thumb until the mask was unsecured and in my lap.
"An experienced hand, I--"
He kissed me into a stunned silence then ran a fingertip across my lips. "Yes, and it’s still carrying the scent of your pleasure. Don’t forget that, Morgan.”
Averting my gaze, I chewed at my bottom lip. "When did you know?"
He didn't answer immediately. When I started to pull away, he cinched me tighter.
"I have an alert set on your Endscape page." He cleared his throat, the sound surprisingly self-conscious. "I caught it right after you posted, recognized the station sign and zipped down to see if you were still on the platform."
So he knew from the beginning.
My brow furrowed with another concern. "The post disappeared."
His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered the password to my Endscape account.
JaneEyre.
Right -- the password could be an easy guess for someone who had spent several hours talking books with me. The surprising thing was that he had recognized the novel's importance to me
Entering the train car, I activated the net card and logged onto my account. I had only broadcast to my inner circle, but the photo caption would be on my main page. Bringing my inner circle page up, I stared open mouthed at the card.
The last recorded broadcast showed as having been posted at noon.
I flipped to my main page and then back to my inner circle page.
Nothing. Not a damn thing.
Sinking lower into my seat, I called Tina.
"Where are you?" Tina shouted over the party’s noise.
"Did you get my broadcast?”
"Yeah, wh --"
"Did you show it to anyone?"
"Uhm…”
"God, you did, didn’t you? Who?" I leaned forward. Starting to feel faint, I let my head hang down between my knees.
"No, the screen refreshed and then it was gone.”
Not slowing down to explain, I hung up and called the next person on my list. I kept going through the list, getting no answer or finding out that the picture was gone before they could access it.
Straightening up, I leaned my head against the metro car’s plastic window and let out a shaky breath. The system had glitched, never making it onto my general page and vanishing before anyone but Tina had seen it.
Karma might be a bitch but apparently she isn't a total cunt.
I called up the text screen again and started a message to Tina. Before I could ask her not to mention my choice of costumes, a new message screen popped up. Vance's name filled the from field. I hit read , my heart skipping as the first line appeared on screen.
Sweet dreams, Morgan.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and it took me an extra second to scroll to the next line.
See you next Halloween, love.
I closed my eyes, heat flaming across my cheeks before engulfing my body. My chest tightened and the flush settled between my thighs, where it grew hotter. Questions filled my mind, the next one popping in almost before the preceding one finished.
When had he known? Before he asked me to spend the night? Before or after he input my face into the screen? Hell, why did Vance Gemini even have my face in his preference set?
I looked at the screen and read the prompt.
Dismiss or Reply?
The question was cosmically wrong -- it should have read Confirm or Deny.
Thumb hovering over the two choices, I heard the pressurized pop of the door between the metro cars opening, followed by the outside pulsing of electricity as the train was propelled along the magnetized tracks. I kept staring at the screen, trying to decide whether to answer or run and hide in my apartment.
"You have to think about it?”
Vance.
I looked up at him then quickly looked away.
Stubbornly nudging at me, he coaxed me into giving up half my bench seat. Tilting my chin up, he pinched each of the mask’s particle clamps between his index finger and thumb until the mask was unsecured and in my lap.
"An experienced hand, I--"
He kissed me into a stunned silence then ran a fingertip across my lips. "Yes, and it’s still carrying the scent of your pleasure. Don’t forget that, Morgan.”
Averting my gaze, I chewed at my bottom lip. "When did you know?"
He didn't answer immediately. When I started to pull away, he cinched me tighter.
"I have an alert set on your Endscape page." He cleared his throat, the sound surprisingly self-conscious. "I caught it right after you posted, recognized the station sign and zipped down to see if you were still on the platform."
So he knew from the beginning.
My brow furrowed with another concern. "The post disappeared."
His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered the password to my Endscape account.
JaneEyre.
Right -- the password could be an easy guess for someone who had spent several hours talking books with me. The surprising thing was that he had recognized the novel's importance to me
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