Ashley, Tiffany Love Script

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breath. She must have been crazy to simply take his word that he would live up to his
end of their deal. If he was willing to pretend to be married to a stranger then he
definitely wasn t above lying to a peon at his company. It wasn t like she could force
him to uphold his part of the bargain.
Outraged by the idea he could take advantage of her, she threw back the bed
sheets. She was getting out of here. If she moved quickly, she could toss her important
belongings into her smallest bag, stack it over her larger suitcase and pull it down the hall
before he even left the bathroom. She wasn t sure how far her originally assigned room
was from this part of the ship but she was confident she could find someone along the
way to point her in the right direction. She wouldn t have enough time to change, but she
would manage. She was running for her life, right?
Easing out of bed, she tiptoed to her carrying case and pulled it toward the door.
Her swimsuit and a pair of sandals had been tossed onto the ottoman. Reaching to grab
the items, she paused when she spotted more of her belongings spread out across the
room. She couldn t possibly gather them all. Grimacing, she struggled to place her bag
on the sofa. Snatching up as many things as she could, as soundlessly as possible, she
zipped the bag closed and eased it onto her shoulder.
It was at that moment she remembered she needed to collect her purse, which
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happened to be lying wide open on the floor, next to the bathroom door. She looked at
her bag and then back at the door. She was running out of time. Nudging her bag back
off her shoulder, she took a deep breath. This could get tricky. She had enough money
in her purse to buy new necessities. Forget the rest, she thought, just get your purse.
With agility she hadn t known she possessed, Laney leaped across the room to
scoop up her purse, but just as her fingers wrapped around the leather strap the bathroom
door opened. She froze where she stood, awaiting the worst. But when it didn t come,
she looked up to see Nick had turned around to collect his things. There was no place for
her to go. Panicked, Laney did the only thing she could think of. Dropping her purse,
she dived into bed just in time to see Nick stroll into the room humming softly to himself.
When Nick came out of the bathroom, Laney was already in bed, the covers
pulled up to her chin. She watched him cross the room. Whether she was interested in
looking at his bare chest or curious about where he planned to sleep, he wasn t sure.
Based on her previous responses to him, he would guess the latter.
He began clearing his things off the couch, placing one of her bags on the shelf in
the closet. Let me know if you need anything in here, he said, pointing at her bag.
I m not sure if you can reach up there.
He continued to stow things away until the couch was clear and was surprised to
discover it was really a love seat. Definitely not long enough to support a man his size.
He looked around the spacious suite, sizing up the other furniture. Nothing was
reasonable. Only overstuffed chairs and ottomans.
See if the couch has a sleeper.
He could hear the nervousness in her voice. He lifted the cushions to see if a
sleeper was included, but to his frustration it was not.
I can call the housekeeper to bring up a cot.
He shook his head at her. That s not going to work. How would that look if the
Zelmans saw that? I don t want to have to explain that in the morning.
Then what are we supposed to do?
Hold on. He rubbed his head wondering how he could push the furniture
together to create something respectable. But even as he assessed the situation he knew it
wasn t going to work.
Look in the closet to see if an extra cot is in there.
He shot her an incredulous look.
Well, at least I m trying to think of a solution, she snapped. You should have
thought about this when you were piecing together this plan.
He understood she was irritated. She had a valid point, but that didn t stop him
from being pissed. There s no cot in there.
Have you looked?
I don t need to.
She huffed as she pushed the covers back. Swinging her legs over the edge of the
bed, she crossed the room and slid back the closet door. He was right. Aside from her
bag, the closet was empty. She turned around and crossed her arms, clearly aggravated. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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