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“You ruined the photo,” she groaned. “You look hot, and I want to post it on my social media page.”
I glared at her and picked up my beach towel to cover myself. “Well, my brand is no bikini photos online. Besides, Paul would kill me.”
After all I shared with Isabelle, I couldn’t believe she would try to post something on social media without my permission. Not to mention that she knew I was Paul’s girlfriend.What the hell?
“Paul Crane’s way too uptight, but I guess he’d be mad, and I don’t want to get on his bad side. How about a compromise? You can wear the jacket over it?”
I picked up the coat she handed to me. It had a sheer sparkly fabric, but it covered everything I’d get in trouble for. Since Paul was disappointed about me not seeing him last weekend, I didn’t want to start off our reunion with a fight.
Isabelle took the photo then rolled her eyes after peering at it. “It’s pretty, but not good for advertising my swimsuit. You’ve got a banging body. If it were me, I’d show it off.”
I took her phone and peered at the photo. My image still appeared too sexy. Even so, I forwarded a copy to my phone before deleting it.
“Now, my turn.” Isabelle changed into a rockabilly-styled two-piece with a spandex waist and buttons on the front. I brushed her auburn hair into waves and added eye makeup in a similar style to mine.
She twisted in front of the mirror and frowned. “I don’t have a bikini body anymore.”
I thought she was too thin before she became pregnant; now her curves filled the suit out perfectly. “No way, you look beautiful. Sexy.”
“You think so?” She turned around and looked over her shoulder. “Hmm. Yeah, I’ll wear it.”
Buzz.
Ben: I’ll be there in ten minutes.
We changed into tracksuits. And I couldn’t help but think of Paul. I hadn’t told him about taking the pregnancy tests, but I decided I would later tonight. They were negative just as before, and I didn’t need to make a big deal about it.Of course, Paul probably will, and I’d have to see a doctor.Maybe the birth control implant is a better option.
I had packed up to go, when the breakfast platter we had for takeout churned in my stomach. “Wait. I’ll be right back.”
Isabelle stopped at the front door, and I rushed to the bathroom. There, I drank a cup of water and waited for my stomach to calm.It hadn’t fully, but we had to go.
She handed me my bag. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, and I’m really sorry about Uma.”
I had appreciated Isabelle’s contact, however, her old boss Uma hadn’t been able to offer me anything I hadn’t read online. The Givenchy internship will be challenging, and my little French would set me behind some other students. The only great part was seeing Tomas again; I adored our growing friendship.
“Hello, ladies,” Ben greeted us and took our bags.
Isabelle gave him a sexually suggestive stare. “You stand like you practice martial arts. I’d love to see your moves.”
Not the best pick-up line, but maybe Isabelle was rusty. Even so, she wasn’t about playing shy. From the little I learned about her over the past two weeks, she left nothing to the imagination when she was interested in a man.
“I practice,” he said, and they talked about dojos and belts the rest of the short ride to the spa. Ben seemed more diplomatic.Maybe he has a girlfriend.
We asked to have our manicures and pedicures inspired by the swimsuits, which we wore under the tracksuits to show the artist. It was such a cute and fun thing to do. I took pictures but sent Mom, Xander, and Paul the one Isabelle took in her bedroom.
Mom: Wow. My daughter looks like a movie star. BTW we’re in the car.
Xander: Damn, Caliente. You look crazy hot.
Then Paul’s message came through.
Paul: I hope that’s not to wear at the party. Don’t forget, people sell photos to the press. (You look beautiful.) xoxo
My anxiety rose at his warning, but as a designer, I understood how excited Isabelle was at seeing someone wear her clothes.I’ll wear a T-shirt over my suit, or maybe skip it this time.
Nadia: Thank you. I miss you.
