Medal Up by Nicole Flockton & Fiona Marsden

Author:Nicole Flockton & Fiona Marsden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Published: 2018-01-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

Belle adjusted the thin strap of her slinky, cocktail-length scarlet dress. Overdone? She didn’t want Bohdan to think she was trying too hard. The V-neck dipped too low to wear a bra, but that was something she didn’t have to worry about. She smoothed the silky fabric over her breasts. They were more like pimples than actual breasts. In the tight leotards she wore for skating, they were almost flat. Which was good, really. They didn’t get in the way when Bohdan was doing lifts.

It was nearly time to go, so she swiped a matching scarlet lipstick on her mouth and a sparkly gold eye shadow on her lids. She didn’t need mascara, and she would leave the eyeliner for the competition. Her only jewelry was the gold chain with two interlocking halves of an antique Chinese coin she wore all the time.

A rap on the connecting door warned her, and she snatched up the fine wool wrap that matched her dress. They weren’t leaving the hotel, so it would be warm enough.

Bohdan paused in the doorway, his pale eyes tracing her length, from her scarlet strappy heels to the loose bun on the top of her head. If he approved, she couldn’t read it in his expression.

“You are ready?” he asked.

“Absolutely.”

He wore a gray suit with a pale-blue shirt that matched his eyes and a red tie the exact same shade as her dress. Like they were a couple, in matching outfits. He looked delicious, the well-cut coat and trousers accentuating his lean body and strong shoulders.

He followed her from the room, pulling the door closed with a sharp click. He caught up before she arrived at the elevator, reaching past her to press the call button.

“You look very nice.”

A compliment. She should’ve returned the favor, but she was enjoying inhaling the sharp, spicy scent that seemed to linger around him all the time. It couldn’t just be his aftershave. It was there even after a heavy workout on the ice. “You look great too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit.”

He laughed as he took her upper arm and guided her into the elevator. So he was in a good mood for a change. It boded well for the evening.

“Sweats and leotards. Not at all the same thing.”

“Or the team uniform.” He looked great in the team’s formal blazer, but this suit was a whole different level of elegant. He’d worn casual clothes to dinner at her parents’ place both times: well-cut chinos and a dressy shirt but no tie. Usual fare for a casual dinner invitation in Australia, especially with Queensland’s warm temperatures all year-round.

She expected him to release her arm, but he didn’t, his hand warming her skin and sending prickles along her nerve endings. It was ridiculous. They touched all the time on the ice. She should be used to it. Who was she kidding? It was like dancing with the nylon rug in her mother’s family room, all static electricity. Only, he never seemed to notice.

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