It Started With... Collection. Miranda Lee

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       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      RACHEL woke mid-morning to the sun shining in the bedroom window and the smell of fresh coffee percolating. Justin’s side of the bed was empty, but she could hear him whistling somewhere.

      He sounded happy. And so was she. Relatively.

      Spending last night in his bed had given her some hope that Justin hadn’t changed the rules of their relationship just so he could have more of what he’d been having at the office. When he’d brought her back to his apartment after dinner he’d been incredibly sweet, and his lovemaking incredibly tender. He’d held her in his arms afterwards, stroking her hair and back. Strangely, she’d felt like crying again at the time, but she’d kept a grip on herself, thank the lord. Justin wouldn’t have known what to make of that. She’d finally fallen asleep and here she was, totally rested and…totally surprised.

      ‘Goodness, breakfast in bed!’ she exclaimed as a navy-robed Justin carried one of those no-spill trays into the room.

      Sitting up, she pushed her hair back from her face and pulled the sheet up around her nakedness just in time for him to settle the tray down across her lap.

      ‘My, this is lovely,’ she murmured, eyeing the freshly squeezed orange juice and scrambled eggs on toast, along some fried tomato and two strips of crispy bacon on the side. ‘I usually only have coffee and toast. So what are you having?’

      ‘I’ve already had it,’ he said, sitting down next to her on the side of the bed then leaning across where her legs were lying under the bedclothes.

      He looked marvellous, she thought, despite the messy hair and dark stubble on his chin. His vivid blue eyes were sparkling clear, with no dark rings under them. He must have slept as well as she had.

      ‘I’ll bet you didn’t have anything as decadent as this,’ she chided.

      ‘I surely did. And I enjoyed every single mouthful. I’m going to enjoy watching you eat yours, too. You need a bit of fattening up, my girl.’

      ‘Oh? You think I’m too thin?’ she asked, that dodgy body image raising its ugly head again.

      ‘Not unattractively so, as I’m sure you are aware. But you don’t have anything much in reserve.’

      ‘But if I put on weight I won’t fit into my lovely new wardrobe. And my boobs will start sprouting. That’s where fat always goes on me first.’

      ‘Nothing wrong with a bit more weight on a woman’s boobs. Though yours are already a gorgeous handful. Pity any extra weight I gain doesn’t go where it would do me the most good. It usually becomes entrenched around my middle.’

      ‘How can you say that? You don’t have an extra ounce of fat on you.’

      ‘You didn’t see me eighteen months ago. I was the original couch potato with a sprouting beer gut.’

      ‘I don’t believe you. You have the best body I’ve ever seen on a man in the flesh, with a six-pack to envy. And you certainly don’t need any extra inches in that other department. You have more than enough for me.’

      His laugh carried a dry amusement. ‘Being with someone like you seems to have made a permanent difference to the size of my equipment.’

      ‘So I noticed. But you know what they say. Size doesn’t matter. It’s what you can do with it that counts. And I certainly have no complaints over what you do with yours.’

      ‘So I noticed. You are seriously good for my ego, do you know that?’

      As opposed to his ex-wife, Rachel guessed. Justin’s revelation about being a bit overweight and less than fit eighteen months ago gave rise to the speculation that the vain puss he was married to might have criticised him over his physical appearance, as well as his sexual performance. Rachel recalled Justin once implying he thought himself staid, and boring. Had that woman undermined Justin on every level, simply to excuse her own disgusting and disloyal behaviour?

      More than likely. Guilt in a human being often searched for any excuse for their own appalling actions.

      As much as Rachel understood how such criticisms would have been crushing, Justin must surely now know the woman never really loved him. True love wasn’t based on superficial things like gaining—or losing—a few wretched pounds. Or on knowing every position in the Kama Sutra.

      Again, she wanted to ask him what Mandy had actually said when she left him, but once again this wasn’t the right moment. Hopefully, in time, he might confide in her himself. Meanwhile, she had to play a waiting game.

      Wrapping the sheet more firmly around her bare breasts, she tucked into the breakfast whilst Justin watched her with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

      ‘You’re really enjoying that, aren’t you?’ he said and she nodded, her mouth full of egg.

      ‘I’m brewing some very special coffee for afters.’

      She swallowed the last mouthful of egg and smacked her lips. ‘If it tastes half as good as it smells, I’ll be in heaven.’

      ‘That’s what I was thinking about you all yesterday,’ he said drily, and she laughed.

      ‘I aim to buy a really big bottle of that perfume this very day.’

      He groaned. ‘Sadist.’

      ‘Takes one to know one. Now you know how I’ve been feeling every day in that office, waiting for СКАЧАТЬ