Chapter 8
London wanted to challenge every getting-ready montage ever created, because after what she’d just been through, she’d take home the gold. She had areas of her body waxed that she never knew existed. Though she had a permanent “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from her most nether regions, the German lady with the wax and little wooden stick apparently couldn’t read English. Because it was gone.
All.
Gone.
She gave a little wiggle in the shower, amazed by how easily her skin slid against itself. Even the hairs of her hairs had been yanked from her body. She was so smooth her clothes would be in grave danger of slipping right off.
Maybe that would help distract Mateu from the fact she’d been playing him all along. She winced. The thought sounded so much worse than it had seemed a
