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This is the second book of a four-book series.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Laura had hoped to charm him, turning the tables on her tormentor when he inevitably had fallen in love with her.
This, she was beginning to slowly realise, was unlikely to happen.
Barry was too detached, too guarded to fall for that.
Even his messages were brusque, lacking all emotion. As for the sex, that was definitely not love-making.
The situation didn’t add up and Laura was beginning to despair about understanding what made Barry tick.
Still, tonight would be another opportunity.
And, as usual, Laura had followed Barry’s set of instructions to the letter, not wanting to upset the apple cart.
She had shaved her entire body, apart from the hair on her head, carefully removing every single trace of pubic hair.
Her outfit this evening had been completely chosen by Barry, sparking suspicions that he spied on their washing line – and knew exactly what clothes she had in her wardrobe.
She wore a revealing white vest top which fully displayed her voluptuous breasts and a delicate black lace bra that struggled to keep her sizeable nipples under wraps.
She wore a black short skirt that barely covered her backside. Her lacy tops of her tan-coloured, hold-up stocking were visible as she walked.
If she bent over even slightly, anyone watching would be able to see her tiny black thong with pink bows on the black and front.
Her outfit was completed with knee-high black boots with six inch heels.
Her hair was in bunches, a style she regularly used in the daytime to promote the youthfulness of her looks – but never on a night out before.
She felt like a 20-year-old party girl, an acute sense of embarrassment falling over her.
They may have been her own clothes but she never wore them in this particular combination.
She preferred a subtle and classy look, not the chavvy and vulgar approach. It was way too obvious for her taste.
A thirty-something woman shouldn’t be heading out into public wearing this type of outfit, she fumed, no matter how attractive they were.
Better to tease a little than simply flaunt the flesh, she’d always thought.
Her outfit was another low point in a week of awkward and disgusting moments.
With growing horror, Laura realised she was even becoming somewhat blasé about these regular humiliations – to a certain extent.