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“Fine, go” He released her “But co”

He gave her a s

“I know you can take me,” he said

She ducked her head and fled But not before he saw a spark flash in her eyes

“That’s irl,” he whispered with pride

CHAPTER EIGHT

Kirsty pushed her way through the crowd, blissfully unnoticed by the press, but then she didn’t exactly look and act like the model she’d once been There was no reason why anyone should recognise her She shut her shop door behind her, leaned her head against the cool glass and concentrated on breathing slowly

Fightyou have

The words fanned a fla about what she didn’t have and couldn’t do, she needed to start thinking about what she did have at her disposal Her heart began to race For the first time in years it was from excitement rather than anxiety What did she have at her disposal? She had a shop full of lingerie, half a body and a scandalous past And now she had a plan

Without taking time to analyse her decision, lest she chicken out, she erine satin corset set and sheer stockings She ran up the steps to her flat and ruiven her for Christth and s she’d ever seen Poor Murateful for it now In the bathroo it that tousled bedroorey shadow and an extra set of eyelashes and her eyes were smoky and sexy Pale pink lipstick and she was done

Back in the bedrooth mirror she never looked in Her eyes flicked to theand the cron below in the street They would be leaving soon

It was now or never

Her stoic Telling it that this was nothing she hadn’t spent years doing Before her stomach could answer back, she stripped and pulled on the corset set The satin material stretched across her body and hid the scar that curved round her right side and onto her sto them into the suspenders There were no scars on the few inches of skin that peeked out between the stocking and the lace edge of her panties

With great effort she looked at herself objectively The coat would hide the scars on her shoulder and arm, but the scars on her neck worried her She would have to make sure she held the collar up while she posed, otherwise the pictures would be all about the scars With a deep and shaky breath, she pulled on the fur coat “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she repeated She picked out a pair of designer shoes They were several seasons out of date but she doubted anyone would notice

The voice in the back of her head told her she looked nored it In herdays she’d made stuff a lot tackier than this look classy She could do it again