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Perfect Specimens

... toward her boyfriend’s former roommate. “Allen! Have you seen Daniel?” “Yeah. He’s getting ready for his presentation. Check the room at the end of the north hall on the right. But hey,” he grabbed her hand, green eyes staring at something over her head, “no sexy stuff. He’s up in ten minutes.” Jenna nodded, feeling her neck flush. All she could think about were the doctor’s words. The bounding pulse of elation shifted to fear. The thought that a man like Daniel would end up loving her enough to marry her felt so alien. She was just a bartender, with only a high school diploma and a working class family. It was surreal. The only way to wrap her head around it was to see him, look into his eyes, let go and believe. A thrill skipped up her spine. Turning away, she hurried down the hall. All too aware of strangers’ eyes on her exposed, freckled skin. Like every inch of it would set fire to her black satin dress and leave her naked for all to see. Or she’d trip, the plush carpet rashing her face, breasts, and knees. There were no limits to the ungainly possibilities, especially since she’d lived through all the scenarios at least once. Jenna’s ankle careened to the side. Stopping, she regained her balance. Glanced over her shoulder. She let out a rush of breath when she saw no one watching and turned back around to see an open door at the end of the hallway. Relief flushed her blood. Stumbling once more, she closed the gap to grasp the cold golden handle, looked up, and stopped ...

... dead. Every cell in her veins froze. Kendall, the Chinese-African American pharmaceutical representative that Dan had been working with for a week, had him backed against a desk. His jacket lay folded over its chair. The woman’s manicured fingers slid down the crotch of his pants. Fluent French spilled from the caress of her pale pink lips. Jenna recoiled. Her gaze fell upon the swells in Kendall’s plunging neckline. Traveled up to her slim shoulders. Shoulder blades arched from the two lines of black sweeping down her back. The fabric’s edges met in a V-like center just above her waist. Like an arrow to make any observer aware of how the dress clutched the twin humps inches below, before it fanned toward the ground like an inverted flower. The air was cold, the back of Jenna’s throat shivering. Her body felt like stone. Everything, her entire relationship with Daniel, came down to this moment. Her boyfriend shifted, lifting a palm to Kendall’s sternum. His fingers splayed over her silken breasts as if pushing her back. “I’m with someone.” Jenna exhaled softly. “I wouldn’t mind having a taste of that one too.” The woman’s oval chin hitched, her smile spreading. “But you... I’ve been very patient.” Open mouthed, Dan’s eyes glued to Kendall’s fingers as they flew down the black buttons of his white collared shirt. She exposed a sample of his tan, heaving torso and bit her lip. Running her caramel colored hands down his straining chest, she reached his waist. Looked up at him as ...