One Night in... Rio. Оливия Гейтс

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Название One Night in... Rio
Автор произведения Оливия Гейтс
Жанр Короткие любовные романы
Серия Mills & Boon M&B
Издательство Короткие любовные романы
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isbn 9781408935316



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the extra two slices of cucumber and sat in the chair next to Beth. Just this morning she had noticed two new lines at the corner of her eyes. She didn’t know if early onset of crow’s feet ran in her family, but she wasn’t taking any chances.

      From the chapel area she could hear the pianist and the soloist practicing, some beautiful aria sung in a foreign language. Beth was going all-out for this wedding. Chicago would never see anything like this one again.

      However, now the bride-to-be sat in the chair, quiet. Too quiet.

      “Getting nervous?” Cassandra asked.

      “Mmm, hmm.”

      “You shouldn’t be. You’re going to have the life you’ve dreamed up.”

      Beth worked her lips free of the mask. “No flowers or vacation on isolated beach.”

      Sometimes Beth didn’t realize what she had. “He would if you asked him to.”

      “No fun.”

      “Wandering into the land of second thoughts?”

      A smile cracked in the mask. “None.”

      “That’s my girl.”

      There had been four bachelorettes at one time—four college friends, approaching thirty. They were single, they were happy, so they’d sworn to stay single forever. The Bachelorette Pact.

      Cassandra frowned, which made for more wrinkles. She didn’t frown often, but nobody was watching right now. Two bachelorettes were married, one was hours away from walking down the aisle.

      And then there was one.

      Cassandra “Eternally Single” Ward.

      Not that she was complaining. Much. Jessica had married Adam, who was as big a competitor as she was, not that there was anything wrong with that. Mickey had married Dominic, an undercover cop who mingled with the dregs of Chicago society, and who needed that? Now Beth was marrying Spencer, a prize-winning journalist who, despite his love for Beth, still needed to learn some manners.

      Her friends could have them all, because as far as Cassandra was concerned, the perfect man was nothing but a figment.

      In the business of gems you had to spot the imperfections and cleave and saw and polish until all the flaws were gone. It was great for diamonds, but hell on men.

      “You get married?” Beth said, struggling to talk through the quick-drying mask.

      Cassandra shook her head, her nose filling with the scent of cucumber. “Never.”

      “You were go marry Benedict.”

      “I was young, impulsive…and stupid,” said Cassandra.

      Benedict O’Malley had taught her many things, most important among them, you can never escape who you are. She thought Benedict had seen something more than her body when he looked at her. Yeah, right. Cassandra was cheesecake—every man’s favorite fantasy, so over the past eight years she’d perfected the fantasy into a fine art.

      “Can’t sex forever.”

      Insidious thoughts of falling boobs and lengthening crow’s-feet crept into her mind, but today she was not going to feel sorry for herself. “Can, too,” she answered, ripping the cucumbers from her eyes.

      Beth shook her head.

      It was a conversation they’d replayed many times. No one believed that Cassandra enjoyed her life. No one believed that a woman could indulge in sexual dalliances strictly for the pursuit of pleasure without any messy emotional complication. Yeah, well, no one knew what they were missing. No worries, no panicking about relationships torpedoing. No thank you, sex was strictly physical.

      Cassandra practiced her own set of rules when it came to sex. Rule No. 1: no promises. That way she stayed disappointment-free. Rule No. 2: no option on exclusivity. If a man wanted an exclusive, he was shown the door. No man was worth that kind of loyalty. Rule No. 3: certain sexual behaviors were required, certain ones were allowed and certain ones were verboten. No threesomes, no dressing up in weird costumes and no bondage. Never bondage. Rule No. 4: a man must be factory inspected for disease. A piece of paper from the lab made it so much easier to keep things physical. And last, but most important, was Rule No. 5: no sex without Mr. Safety in place.

      “I gonna fine you man,” said Beth.

      “Your mask is tightening up nicely. Just a few more seconds,” answered Cassandra.

      “You can hide.”

      “Time’s up.”

      She warmed up a washcloth and began to wipe away the remains of the mask. Eventually, Beth emerged looking just as fresh-faced and glowing as normal, no crow’s-feet, no laugh lines. By all rights, Cassandra should have hated her, but she didn’t. Go figure.

      “Now we’re going to start with the base. Something pale for your complexion, but not cakey. Can’t have you looking like the creature from the wax lagoon.” She dug into her makeup box and brought out Powdered Bisque.

      Beth sat still while Cassandra sponged on the base. But she knew that wouldn’t last forever. And sure enough, Cassandra was right. “Spencer doesn’t know many guys. There’s Noah, but well, we already know that won’t work out.”

      Cassandra stopped in midsponge. Just a moment, not enough for anyone to notice. She didn’t want Beth to notice the telltale shaking in her hands. Steady, steady, steady. “Spare me from the Jimmy Stewart types.” The Jimmy Stewart types who had already shot her down once.

      “I’m going to talk to Jess and she’ll talk to Adam. All those corporate types are connected, they know a lot of guys.”

      “Yeah, but they’re all unemployed.”

      Adam was a reformed operational efficiency expert. He had been known as the “Ax-Man,” before Jessica had turned him around.

      Beth cast her a sharp look. “Well, what does that matter since you’re not going to get serious anyway?”

      Cassandra moved on to blush. Rose Shadows. “It doesn’t. Why don’t you leave my love life alone, hmm? I appreciate the thought, but I’m doing fine.”

      “It’s wrong. There, I’ve said it. Morally, what you’re doing is wrong.”

      Cassandra took a step back. It was a judgment she would have expected from Mickey, but never Beth, who didn’t like to step on ants and had never swatted a mosquito in her life. “Why? I’m not getting married, so I’m expected to live like I’m stuck in some convent? Honey, my ticker is working just fine.”

      “I don’t think it’s wrong, you just make it so…cold-blooded. Sex shouldn’t be that way.”

      “Men handle it just fine. It’s all about the release. Nothing more. It’s great exercise, clears up the complexion and relieves stress. Tell me how something that does all that and manages to make me feel good, could be bad for me?”

      “I’m not saying it’s bad for you,” Beth started, then stopped. “Okay, I am, but why don’t you try having a normal relationship for once?”

      Cassandra snapped the blush case closed. “I wasn’t built the way the rest of you were.” It was true. She had the body of a stripper and men just didn’t get “normal” female thoughts about her. She got the howlers, the whistlers, the grabbers and the droolers.

      Beth met her eyes in the mirror. Her blond eyelashes were next on the list.

      “Don’t blame this all on your…” Beth couldn’t bring herself to say it, so instead eyed meaningfully in the direction of Cassandra’s chest. “Don’t tell me you haven’t had thoughts about getting a regular boyfriend. Don’t you ever get lonely?”

      No, she never got lonely, because she had perfected the art of being alone. “Let’s move on to your eyelashes.”

      “I’m