Mirror Image Sandra Brown Novels & Stories

Jennifer was smiling warmly in the photo, but Sandra, she was almost smirking, as if teasing the viewer. "You see it, just like I do. Your wife, looking great, just the perfect corporate wife, and me, the office whore, looking even better." Sandra stated. "Now, I'm not just doing this to show pictures of me looking hot. This is the lead in to the main... thrust... of my pitch as to why I should be your assistant. And that pitch is how I, Sandra, have your wife beat in every possible way." With that, she pulled a laser pointer from her pocket and continued.

“Sandra! Open! It’s me!” The door swung wide. Sandra stood in the middle of her room, her night wrapper half-loose, her chest heaving as though she had been running a marathon. Her eyes were wild, fixed on the window. “What is it?!” Florence cried, clutching her wrapper tight as Felix steadied her by the arm. “I… I saw it!” Sandra stammered, her finger trembling as she pointed toward the half-drawn curtains. “A shadow! Right there right at my window! It was staring. I swear, I saw it!”

“I… five billion?” “Five billion. I always put my best offer on the table,” I said. “I’m… I’m not pretty. I mean, I have a scar,” Sandra told me. “Where?” I asked. Sandra looked around, then pushed the shoulder of her dress down just enough for me to see a pink scar on her upper chest. “That’s nothing,” I scoffed. “Certainly not enough to decrease your value or your attractiveness in my eyes.” Sandra shrugged her dress back up. “Five billion,” she muttered to herself.

Brandon’s POV Noting Sandra’s correction, I begin to create conversation. But Sandra is not making it easy. With all the "hello, huh, huh...” I sounded, she fluttered her eyes like she was uninterested in my conversation and only corrected me to try again. I immediately wonder if it will be just as hard to talk to Matriarch Alessandra. “Calm down, Brandon. It is not that hard, okay?” Sandra says this, seeing how I am beginning to sweat. She then takes her right hand to the table where my right hand is and suddenly begins to rub her hand on mine gently.

She took off her clothes, hopped on top of Lucas, and started bouncing up and down. Sandra’s plight She should have realized that Javier Hills’ two days were two hours, and she should have avoided falling into his trap. She unwittingly fell into his trap. Sandra was busily thrusting nude into and out of the guy when Lucas' office door swung open and shut swiftly. “Sandra!” Sandra continued to thrust hard into the man. She just arched her head back to face the person she knew was her mother, bouncing up and down the man. “Hello, Mother! Oh, yeah, Lucas, Fuck me. You are all mine!"

And she had vowed not to rest until she no longer hated herself for praying her father suffer enormously. “Blue?” She looked up. “You’re not in trouble, are you?” The blonde woman she had envied disgustingly like a eunuch guarding a harem stood as perfect as ever. Sandra. Thin, petite, and spindly. Perfectly hourglass without any dips in her hips or dimples over her thighs. Not an inch of regrowth in sight. Somehow blonde but not cheugy. How Blue wished she could again pledge to foils. It somehow seemed more of a commitment than marriage. Why did she ask like it was almost entertaining to her? Did Sandra ever like her at all?

Not for a single moment did she take her yellow eyes off me. “So, who…” Sandy gestured with her head to the hallway, which Miriam had disappeared into a few minutes ago. I raised a brow. “Do you think that she will be able…” “She is one of the best forensic scientists I know,” Sandy cut in, stroking Obsidian’s head while she purred loudly. “She is shy, yeah, but she does amazing work. I’ll show it to her, and we’ll get back to you as soon as we find something.”

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Sandra said and turned the chair so Marie could see. Marie stared in silence at her reflection in the mirror. When was the last time she looked this beautiful? Sandra had curled her hair and let it down to fall across her shoulders. Her lips looked so good she was tempted to touch it. But what really stopped her in her tracks was her eyes. Hurt feelings temporarily forgotten, she thanked Sandra and hailed a cab to the party. She intended to have some fun so she wasn't driving.

Sandra felt sorry for her because Sophia feared strong, dominant men, and James Brown definitely qualified on all counts. When Derrick stopped in front of her, he extended his hand to help her up. She rose gracefully, though her heart was pounding as she stared up at James. Then he smiled at her, a gentle smile that transformed his entire face from brooding to a much softer-looking man. It was as if he knew he intimidated her and was taking pains not to do so. She swallowed the lump in her throat and extended her hand to his. “I’m Sandra Barkley,” she said quietly. “Derrick has told me a lot about you. I’m very happy to meet you.”