They said the only things sure in life were death and taxes, Alaina thought as she lifted the sponge and squeezed wonderfully warm, scented water over her shoulders and down her breasts. But there was in additional certainty- that as soon as you got into a hot and longed-for bath the phone would ring.
Just as it was doing at this very moment.
Yet for once she would not be scrambling out, cursing and reaching for a towel in order to obey its summons because- oh joy, bliss- it was not her phone.
Whoever it was at the other end could speak to the answering machine.
Of course, it might be Olivia calling to check that she was settling in and that all was well, but if so she'd leave a message too. And later, when Alison was bathed and fed, she'd ring back and thank her sister yet again for offering her this temporary bolt hole with so few questions asked. Up to know, at least, she thought wryly.
Olivia was five years her senior , and since their parents had retired to a villa beside a golf course in Portugal she'd taken her elder-sister role very seriously indeed. So when she returned on Sunday night she'd want to know why Alison had had decided to move here.
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Breaking Free
Teen Fiction'What's the best sex you've ever had?' Stella Allison asked her best friend, Alaina Kinsley. At nineteen Stella was heartbreakingly gorgeous. A classy, svelte blond with cool style and an impeccable ancestry. 'Huh?' Alaina said , glancing towards t...
