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I need to burn off some steam, get some exercise. A classic full coverage black or navy one-piece is required but all I can find is a sexy red one. I lift the suit from its container to find the area to cover my backside is just about the same size as the front.
Cheeky.
My whole ass is going to show.
Luckily, during my imprisonment I’ve been doing my daily strolls around the garden, marching up the double staircase in four-inch heels. I’ve noticed my calves are toned, could it be that my ass is too?
Maybe I can pull it off.
I dip into the bathroom to change. The staff respects my privacy, but you never know when there’s going to be a knock on that door. I strip down, slipping into the red one-piece. My skin is still smooth and hairless from my last waxing and moisturizing. I pull the straps up, settling them on my shoulders.
I catch my reflection in the mirror, a little gasp lodging at the back of my throat.
I’m not the same Lindy that first arrived at the Parrish one month ago. My skin is golden brown from the sun, my arms, legs, and ass toned not just from exercise but the natural style of my new life.
Before this I sat at my desk, what? Seven hours a day? Then it went up to ten after the breakup. Fluorescent lights shone down on me instead of the sun. My meals were nonexistent back at my apartment. My dinners consisted of refills of white wine.
Now I eat fresh fish, caught hours before preparation. Tomatoes straight off the vine. Olive oil that’s been cold-pressed and shipped over from mainland Greece. I can feel the change from the inside out.
No wonder CityScoop was always promoting the benefits of the Mediterranean diet.
Kinda hard for a busy working girl on a budget with no chef to be this healthy. Here? It’s just my lifestyle.
But for how long?
It’s been a little over a month since we arrived and Damian the Man, as I’ve heard the brothers call him, still hasn’t given me a timeline of when we’re returning.
Honestly?
I’m in no hurry.
I’m obsessed with my escorted walks in the garden, my hours alone wandering the mansion, the little white envelope I receive each evening…
His handwritten invitation for me to join him for dinner.
Despite my better judgment, I always say yes.
Every evening as the sun begins to set, the staff prepares me for the event. My hair is dried and curled, then arranged around my shoulders or pinned back in an elegant coif. My gown is selected, the glittery soft-gold chiffon being my favorite so far.
I have yet to re-wear an outfit.
Jewelry is chosen for me, determined by what would look best with whatever I’m wearing that evening. Once they all agree, one of the glam team leaves to borrow priceless jewels from the family’s collection.
I slip into high, strappy sandals and Apollo comes to my door to escort me down the stairs.
That’s when the butterflies hit.
I always greet the stoic, silent Caesar with a kiss on his cheek, then cling to Apollo’s strong arm as he guides me down the stairs to the dining table. With each step as we get closer to Damian, the butterflies beat their wings harder. My knees are weak and my stomach an absolute mess by the time we arrive at the dining room.
Each night, he’s there, standing beside my chair, ready to assist me in taking my seat beside him.
A row of tealight candles line the center of the table. The crystal chandelier overhead, a larger model of the empire-style ones that hang in the halls, gives a soft, romantic glow. The flicker of flames from the nightly fire that burns in the stone fireplace create a tranquil atmosphere.
A man so handsome shouldn’t have the benefit of candlelight to make him even more flattering.
In addition to the lighting, he has a collection of tailored suits he brought with him from the city. The navy with the crisp white shirt beneath it, the top two buttons undone, my favorite as of yet.
He greets me the same way every time. “You came.”
