Belong To You by Vi Keeland EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Vi Keeland
- ISBN: 978-1682304204
- Language: English
- Genre: Contemporary Romance
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- Page: 228
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“Can I get you something to drink?” Startled out of my daydream by
the perky flight attendant, it took me a minute to snap out of my thoughts.
I was in such a fog that I couldn’t be sure if I had just woken, and the last
week was a dream, or if it was really an unforgettable memory.
“I’ll have a vodka cranberry and she’ll have a merlot. You’ll have to
excuse her, she’s spent the last week fucking her brains out with a
gorgeous stranger and can’t seem to snap out of it.
” Sienna smiled to the
appalled flight attendant, a pleasant looking mid forties woman who was
wearing way too many pins on her bulging uniform. From the look on her
face, I was sure the flight attendant wasn’t used to a raunchy mouth like
Sienna in first class. I looked around and saw most of the other
passengers looked well bred and refined, more like they were dressed for
an uppity tennis match than a twelve hour flight from Honolulu to New
York. Sienna would have stood out, even if she didn’t have a mouth like a
truck driver.
Sienna McAllister had been my best friend since the third grade. We
became kindred spirits on our first day in chorus, when we realized that we
could sing in natural harmony together without as much as a beat of
music. Twenty years later, our lives had taken us down very different
paths, but it never dulled our bond.
Aside from being the same age, we had nothing in common on the
outside anymore. Sienna looked like she just walked out of a rock band,
with her wild, dark thick curly hair falling around her alabaster skin and
black tight fitting clothes coupled with five inch laced up leather boots. If
her voluptuous curves straining her tight clothes weren’t enough to catch
an eye as she passed by, the hundred or so bracelets she wore half way up
her arms actually played a sweet jingle as she moved.
I, on the other hand, had a penchant for pink and all things girly. My
long, thick, blonde, straight hair was almost white after a week in the sun
and stood in stark contrast to my deeply tanned skin and the wild woman
sitting next to me. When I was younger, I hated my olive skin and deeply
contrasting bright blonde hair. It was an unusual combination to have
such tan skin and natural blonde hair and most people assumed I was a
bottle blonde. My dad used to tell me that I was special because I bound
together my mom’s Swedish ancestry with his Italian heritage. But, as I
suspected most kids did in their teens at some point, I wanted to look like
someone else. It took me until I was in my late teens to stop fighting my
looks and to learn to play them up.
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