Just Playing House by Farah Heron EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Farah Heron
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Marley
When Marley Kamal was a young girl imagining her future, she pictured
fabulousness. Gorgeous clothes, tons of friends, and the most glamorous job
in the fashion industry. She wasn’t too upset that reality came nowhere near
those lofty expectations, since as an adult she discovered that peopling
wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, anyway. But she was surprised so much
of her adult life would be focused on breasts.
Talking about breasts. Looking at breasts. Worrying about breasts. And
corralling breasts was the most challenging of all.
“I need my boobs to sit here!” said Angel Durand, Marley’s customer in
fitting room one, with her thick French-Canadian accent. “Center ice!
Maybe blue line! Not end zone!” Angel was currently topless with a black
vegan-leather jumpsuit unzipped and hanging at her waist, and her long,
nude nails were indenting dimples into her ample breast flesh. Marley was
skeptical that Angel’s bosom had ever seen that particular gravity-defying
resting place since puberty, but Marley had been selling dreams, aspirations,
and illusions—otherwise known as luxury fashion—for almost a decade
now. She knew how to make the customer happy.
Marley tilted her head with feigned sympathy. “We can try adhesive
supports again. We just got a new line—”
Angel made a face of disgust. “Absolutely not. My nipples were on fire
the last time I wore pasties. Pink nipples are fine, but mine looked like
maraschino cherries!”
Great. The last thing Marley needed now was the painful image of
cherry-red nipples in her brain. “I think that jumpsuit might be challenging
without shoulder support. Maybe something with transparent straps?”
At that, Angel whipped a strapless underwire bra at Marley’s head.
Thankfully, ten years of working with spoiled sports wives had given
Marley reflexes as impressive as those of Angel’s hockey defenseman
husband.
“I want my boobs to be like yours!” Angel’s hands reached out, ready to
grab Marley’s own breasts in her slim white blouse, but again, Marley’s
quick reflexes got her out of the way before contact was made.
“I’ll see what I can find,” Marley said, closing the fitting room door. She
plucked the expensive bra off the floor. If Angel knew a thing about
Marley’s breasts, she wouldn’t want them. Even if they were full and round,
no one would want breasts that were silently plotting to kill their owner.
Which was why Marley’s breasts were going to be ousted from her body
very soon.
Marley twisted the ring on her index finger, reminding herself she was
almost done for the day. It had taken six years at this job, but she was
officially burnt out from working on the selling floor and dealing with
invasive comments and abrasive customers.
She checked on her other customer in the fitting rooms, Paris Mousavi.
“How are you feeling in that Armani?”
“It’s too big,” Paris said. “I look like an overcooked eggplant. I cannot
be seen in court like this.” Lawyers in Ontario wore robes in court, so no
one would be seeing Pari
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