Texas Size Passion (A Cowboy's Heart Book 2) by Janessa Anderson Page B

out, and what I want to wear for the party.
                  Good…Now, you just need to work on bathing yourself, and making sure that you are smelling very nice before you leave here today.
                  Shaking his head, he chuckled at his conscience still finding a way to speak to him in a condescending manner. John took only a moment to toss his current hat onto a nearby rocking chair in a corner of the room while he headed out of the room, and moved towards where the upstairs bathroom was located.
     
     
     
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                  Turning the light on in her personal bathroom, Emily walked over to where a glass shower stood. She slid the door opened, and reached over to the nozzle for the hot water. Her right hand gave the knob a few turns until the hot water started to pour from it without mercy or hesitation. She pulled her hand away from it, and placed it upon the silver handle in the middle of it and the one for the cold water only to lift it up, allowing the flood of hot water to pour down from the shower head that hung overhead.
                  Now…It’s time to get out of these clothes, and start on washing myself from the top of my head all the way down to the bottom of my feet.
                  Emily eased herself away from the shower over to where a brown wicker hamper was positioned with several articles of her dirty clothes to be nestled inside of it. She started with the top that had been on her, removing it over the top of her had before discarding it to the hamper. Her hands moved down to the top of her shorts, eased the button and zipper of them open, and slipped the bottoms down towards her feet.
                  How are you feeling about tonight, Emily? Her inner voice questioned her, curious to hear her silent answer. Are you feeling okay? …Good? …Nervous? …Afraid?
                  I am feeling a mixture of things at the moment. She spoke with sincere honesty to her conscience while her hands placed the shorts into the hamper before moving to the socks on her feet.
                  Could you please explain?
                  Since you asked nicely, I will gladly tell you feeling okay about my ability in getting myself fixed up for tonight, good about getting to let loose at the party, nervous about if John will like my look I am going for this evening, and…afraid that he might not like what he sees in me.
                  Emily, you have no reason to feel nervous or afraid. John clearly wants you, and hasn’t shown you a single sign of losing interest you at any point in the near future.
                  Emily deposited her socks into the hamper before she worked her white panties off of her body, and moved then to her bra. She straightened her body up, and looked upon her reflection in the mirror as she removed the strapless undergarment, exposing a secret she had been keeping not only from John but also from Granny Belle.
                  Upon her right firm breast, there was a set of two letters that had been engraved into her soft, fair complexion. They were noticeable right away but only to someone with a sharp eye who could spot it right away.
                  She lifted her left hand, and let her trembling fingertips dance over an ‘S’ that had been carved in her with a knife before slipping over to the form of a letter ‘B’ that had been engraved beside it as well. Even though her face didn’t show it, her soul was torn at the secret she held inside of her out of shame of it coming out into the light.
                  What if he finds out about this mark? I don’t know how he will react when he sees this, and finds out how I ended up with it in the first place…
                  Don’t