Ember Snow Bikini Mga Nobela at Kwento

She handed over a small black bikini. Elowen stared at the tiny pieces of fabric. “Is this necessary?” Expressing genuine concern. “It is part of the selection process,” the woman said. “Mr. Blackwood values presentation.” Elowen changed quickly. The bikini felt cool against her skin. The top barely covered her breasts. The bottoms sat low on her hips. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was toned from years of walking to save bus fare. She took a deep breath and stepped out.

The crowd pretty much dominated the beach. Jace discreetly pointed out a group of about ten girls who were all standing around laughing about twenty feet away. My eyes immediately latched onto the leggy blonde at the front. She was wearing the smallest bikini I had ever seen. It had to be her; she was stunning and would be the type of girl I could picture on Jace’s arm. “Wow, even I would,” I joked, nodding appreciatively. “You don’t even know which one,” he teased, biting my earlobe gently