Or I could say it’s about my constant battle with my own insecure, even though deep down I know that I’m pretty I’m talented and I’m a decent ...person, but that wouldn’t be quite right either. I could tell you that if you are accepting this to be some kind of Bridget Jones rip off, you should probably go read something else. That wouldn’t quite explain what this book is about, but it would give you some idea what it isn’t about. It’s not about looking for love. It’s not about finding a husband.. She saw my damp face and torso, and said, "Oops, you look… well, was that a first?" I nodded, she continued, "Sorry, I do that. I've been doing that since I was … well let's not worry about that. I'm surprised you haven't come across it with all your, erm, experience, but I'm glad Aunt Dee could give you something special for today." Then, she looked at my hard on, took off her top, showing me her boobs, scooted up the bed, and opened her legs in an exaggerated manner. That was an invitation. I. A twinge of disappointment courses through Megan but Becky is hardly a disappointment, the gorgeous blonde is always a pleasure and is a great source of it too – as both Fiona and Megan have experienced firsthand. Megan manages to spend a couple of moments alone with Emma, but not enough time to confess her feelings or for anything else – in fact, Emma seemed blissfully unaware of her admirer. All this changes when Miss Caitlin summons the girls to the mansion. “Now girls, tonight we will be. Otherwise, run. Now.” Although God alone knew how he’d manage to release her if she called his bluff. Her incandescent eyes bored into his for endless heartbeats. It was now or never, she thought, one of those Carpe Diem moments a person is rarely, if ever, given in their entire life and before her reason could object, she opened her mouth slightly and brushed the sensitised skin of his thumb with the tip of her tongue. She saw his eyes widen briefly before he gently pushed his thumb past her.