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Book: Stolen Desire (The Lust List: Kaidan Stone #3) by Nova Raines, Mira Bailee
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Authors: Nova Raines, Mira Bailee
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parents abusing alcohol and drugs. Drunk DNA. How many of the “talent” genes could've survived that kind of abuse?
After looking through all the clothes, I choose the prettiest dress on the rack—a mint green party dress and a matching lace bra and panty set.
The dress is made of a lightweight brocade fabric with metallic thread, and the cut gives it a bit of a 1950's vibe. It's nearly knee-length, with wide straps and a cute skirt that puffs out a bit, so the cut will show off my slim calves and accentuate my waist. The neckline is wide but modest—made to show off collarbones.
It's classic—exactly the kind of dress I would have worn to a party with old money kids from my East Coast boarding school. But I love it anyway. It feels right for tonight.
Plus, my favorite jewelry from the rack goes well with it. I put on the silver necklace with textured metal beads and gems and the matching chunky silver ring inlaid with gemstones. The infinity symbol bracelet Kaidan gave me matches both, and even if it didn't, I won't take it off.
Did he buy it during his business trip, or was this another present the stylist picked out? I sigh and decide it doesn't matter.
The last thing I need to decide on is my shoes. They sent several sizes. The silver flats are stylish, but just the right sort of casual for a party like this, so I go with those.
The funky jewelry and modern shoes update the dress, making the look on-trend. It's perfect.
I grin at myself in the mirror as I pull up the front half my hair into a little puffy bouffant and use a silver clip to hold it in place.
I search my purse for my favorite eye shadow and accidentally pull out my birth control pills. My last pack from Boston. I've been taking them, but there's only two weeks’ worth left. I file that away for my to-do list with a smile. Gotta keep those stocked now. Especially if I'm someone's girlfriend again.
I finally find the deep purple and silver eye shadow palette I was seeking, and I pair it with my light blush. The stylist thought to send over a hanging cosmetics bag, and I find the perfect shade of rose lipstick to match.
I walk over to the wood-frame, full-length mirror in the corner of the room and twirl in place.
I love it.
I love the way all the colors and shapes and fabrics meld together to complete the perfect look. It's so satisfying.
This must be how Kaidan feels when he cooks. He's right about me and clothes. This is how I used to feel when I'd sketch. Why did it take him saying all that for me to realize? I stare into my own eyes and wonder how it is he managed to see something good in me that I couldn't see myself.
But maybe that's how love works.
I look at the flush on my lightly freckled cheeks, my bright green eyes, the gentle smile curving on my lips. I'm happy .
And I think I'm in love for real.
I'm in love with Kaidan Stone.
My phone vibrates from my purse, bringing me back to Earth. It's Char, saying she's waiting outside and wants me to come get her so she doesn't have to walk in alone.
I'm full of confidence and a deep feeling of contentment as I descend the staircase. I can hear laughter from the back part of the house, so some of the guests must already be here, but the foyer's empty.
I crack open the door to find Char's driver parked in front, the engine running. It's kind of dark out here, since the sun set while I was getting dressed, but the front porch lights illuminate Char as she jumps out of the back seat.
“Wow, you look great!” she says.
“Thanks. So do you.”
Char pulls her strapless dress up to make sure she's not hanging out of it then threads her arm through mine. “Thanks for the invite.”
Her driver pulls away, and I lead Char into the foyer and let go of her arm.
“Who's here?” she asks in a hushed tone.
“They're all out back. I just got dressed and came down to get you.”
Char runs a hand over my back, feeling the fabric. “This is nice. Where's it from? Did this come from
After looking through all the clothes, I choose the prettiest dress on the rack—a mint green party dress and a matching lace bra and panty set.
The dress is made of a lightweight brocade fabric with metallic thread, and the cut gives it a bit of a 1950's vibe. It's nearly knee-length, with wide straps and a cute skirt that puffs out a bit, so the cut will show off my slim calves and accentuate my waist. The neckline is wide but modest—made to show off collarbones.
It's classic—exactly the kind of dress I would have worn to a party with old money kids from my East Coast boarding school. But I love it anyway. It feels right for tonight.
Plus, my favorite jewelry from the rack goes well with it. I put on the silver necklace with textured metal beads and gems and the matching chunky silver ring inlaid with gemstones. The infinity symbol bracelet Kaidan gave me matches both, and even if it didn't, I won't take it off.
Did he buy it during his business trip, or was this another present the stylist picked out? I sigh and decide it doesn't matter.
The last thing I need to decide on is my shoes. They sent several sizes. The silver flats are stylish, but just the right sort of casual for a party like this, so I go with those.
The funky jewelry and modern shoes update the dress, making the look on-trend. It's perfect.
I grin at myself in the mirror as I pull up the front half my hair into a little puffy bouffant and use a silver clip to hold it in place.
I search my purse for my favorite eye shadow and accidentally pull out my birth control pills. My last pack from Boston. I've been taking them, but there's only two weeks’ worth left. I file that away for my to-do list with a smile. Gotta keep those stocked now. Especially if I'm someone's girlfriend again.
I finally find the deep purple and silver eye shadow palette I was seeking, and I pair it with my light blush. The stylist thought to send over a hanging cosmetics bag, and I find the perfect shade of rose lipstick to match.
I walk over to the wood-frame, full-length mirror in the corner of the room and twirl in place.
I love it.
I love the way all the colors and shapes and fabrics meld together to complete the perfect look. It's so satisfying.
This must be how Kaidan feels when he cooks. He's right about me and clothes. This is how I used to feel when I'd sketch. Why did it take him saying all that for me to realize? I stare into my own eyes and wonder how it is he managed to see something good in me that I couldn't see myself.
But maybe that's how love works.
I look at the flush on my lightly freckled cheeks, my bright green eyes, the gentle smile curving on my lips. I'm happy .
And I think I'm in love for real.
I'm in love with Kaidan Stone.
My phone vibrates from my purse, bringing me back to Earth. It's Char, saying she's waiting outside and wants me to come get her so she doesn't have to walk in alone.
I'm full of confidence and a deep feeling of contentment as I descend the staircase. I can hear laughter from the back part of the house, so some of the guests must already be here, but the foyer's empty.
I crack open the door to find Char's driver parked in front, the engine running. It's kind of dark out here, since the sun set while I was getting dressed, but the front porch lights illuminate Char as she jumps out of the back seat.
“Wow, you look great!” she says.
“Thanks. So do you.”
Char pulls her strapless dress up to make sure she's not hanging out of it then threads her arm through mine. “Thanks for the invite.”
Her driver pulls away, and I lead Char into the foyer and let go of her arm.
“Who's here?” she asks in a hushed tone.
“They're all out back. I just got dressed and came down to get you.”
Char runs a hand over my back, feeling the fabric. “This is nice. Where's it from? Did this come from
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