Shrink to Fit by Dona Sarkar

Author:Dona Sarkar [Sarkar, Dona]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Kimani Press
Published: 2008-12-22T23:00:00+00:00

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Cruel Intentions

157 lbs

The lobby of the Hotel Diablo was alive with the gentle sway of the indoor palms and the squeaky wheel of the bellboy’s cart. The continental breakfast table was lined with an impressive spread of freshly cut fruit and cereal that stood mostly untouched in the early-morning sunlight. The lone sand-and-sun-streaked figure in the lobby was scooping oranges into a bowl when the elevator doors opened with a dramatic swoosh.

Leah practically skipped over to Cillian, happy there was no one else in sight in the waxed marble lobby. Her mother had insisted that she and Leah dine with the models the night before, and she hadn’t gotten to see him since their encounter in the sand.

“Good morning,” Leah practically purred, posing a little against the table in front of Cillian. Despite the ache in her lower legs from her early-morning run, she was feeling especially confident in a slimming pin-striped tankini with her hair styled in beachy waves. Getting ready had taken almost an hour, but she had been pleased with her reflection when she left the hotel room she was sharing with Victoria.

“Hi.” Cillian continued to pour a spoonful of sugar over a bowl of peeled oranges without looking up.

“Sleep well?” Leah glanced around the table. She would eat some blueberries. And a glass of water. A big glass. She had been ridiculously thirsty all night. That would hold her over till lunch, when she would have to put on a show of eating in front of her mother. Leah didn’t appreciate her mother picking at a piece of chicken while insisting Leah finish her steak last night at dinner.

Her stomach growled for the first time in days. Not good. She was almost out of Shazan’s diet pills and was down to taking only one a day till she got back to L.A. and could get some more.

“How are you?” Cillian turned to pour himself some cranberry juice.

“Sorry I didn’t call last night. Mama made me have dinner with the models.” She rolled her eyes. “By having dinner, I mean we sat down at the table, ordered salad and left.” It was true. The salads were picked at and the bread basket remained untouched, but all the models insisted they couldn’t “eat another bite.” Leah had taken a tip from them and followed suit, sipping lemon water and shoving the cut-up pieces of her steak under the plate.

“That sounds about right, then,” Cillian said in an unusually subdued voice. “I should get outside to set up.”

“We still on for tonight?” Leah glanced around, making sure no one could hear them. No Alfreddo and no Mom. Perfect. She would get to kiss him goodbye.

“Actually—” He turned toward her, eyes a mossy green.

“Actually what?” Leah teasingly said as she grabbed the lapels of his bright red Hawaiian shirt and pulled herself closer. He was so good-looking. Even hotter than Jay. She gently brushed his lips with hers, feeling the tingle all the way down into her toes. No, it hadn’t just been her imagination.

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