Chapter 205

• “Thanks,” she said, feeling terribly shy and exposed as she crossed the room. She wasn’t used to men looking at her body with hot eyes that held the promise of more sex like that. In the bathroom she stood in front of the tall mirror, just staring at herself. Her body was flushed with that just-had-sex glow, her hair a mess as he’d run his fingers through it. She turned to the side and looked at the fullness of her 34C breasts, her flat belly and lean legs. She had a hot enough body, but she was by no means a sex bomb. Her hips weren’t curvy, and although she had a neat figure, she would never turn heads. Not with her nondescript hairstyle and face. Brown eyes, small nose. She’d always like her mouth, though, and thought her lips were just full enough to add something of interest to her features. It still felt weird having no pubic hair. She’d had to shave it all off to put on that excuse for an outfit, otherwise there would have been little brown curls sticking up all over the place.
• She took a leisurely shower, using Jack’s shampoo and soap without any compunction, rubbing her hands all over her body, the water and soap slicking over her skin and running down her torso and legs. She pinched her sensitized nipple experimentally. Before today she’d only had sex with two men, and neither experiment had been successful. The first guy was in college – a typical wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type who never called her after he’d taken her and the second one, a year later, was a guy she had hooked up with in a bar the first and last time she’d been drunk. She woke up the next morning with almost no recollection of what had happened, a raging headache and, as it turned out, strains of a date-rape drug in her bloodstream. It had put her off men for years, and she started hiding behind locked doors, conservative clothes and stacks of books.
• “I used to be fun,” she thought almost sadly as she rinsed her hair. She’d lost herself that horrible morning when she woke up in her apartment with two used condoms on the floor next to her bed and her body so sore she couldn’t move without wincing for a week. But she couldn’t help feeling she’d gotten something of herself back last night when the hunk with the copper-coloured skin and tilted eyes had shown her passion like she’d never known it before. This had to be what Sleeping Beauty must have felt like after the prince kissed her. So alive, so grateful, so complete.