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look at as ever. A fine layer of sweat made every muscle shine. Candice parted her legs further and relaxed as Jack eased into her. She grew dizzy but didn’t let him know. It was his turn for pleasure and she was prepared for this sacrifice.
    Candice watched his eyes glaze and tilt, a sure sign he was lost in the moment. His rhythm intensified, he groaned a deep primal sound of rapture. And that was the moment she succumbed to her giddiness and slipped off into her own familiar paradise.

Chapter 4
    A massive woman lay on her back with a crisp white sheet across her upper body. Mrs Sheryl Hilton, an obese mountain of a person, hadn’t been able to shave her legs for decades. She had a regular booking to wax various parts of her body, alternating from her underarms, her eyebrows and upper lip to what she was having done now, a half leg wax. Gemma knew Mrs Hilton wasn’t really here to improve her appearance. Her beauty treatments were an excuse to get out of the house.
    â€œDid you have a nice weekend?” Gemma finished applying thick yellow wax down the length of Sheryl’s shin and prepared to remove it, along with the coarse black hairs.
    â€œOh yes, we went to a lovely party…”
    As Sheryl prattled on about the people she met and the food she ate, Gemma tried to remember the last time she’d been to a party. She couldn’t. She worked six days a week and by the time she got home each night she was exhausted.
    Setting up this salon had been hard work, but at least she was her own boss and she was doing something she loved. Her mind drifted to how she’d started this business. That foolish affair with her boss had cost her more than she cared to admit. Not only had she lost the man of her dreams, but she’d also lost her job, her confidence, and the one thing that angered her more than anything else…her innocence.
    She yanked off a strip of wax, and realising she was a bit rough, quickly dabbed some soothing gel onto Sheryl’s shin. “Are you okay?”
    â€œOf course, luvvy.” Sheryl waved an aloof hand as if she hadn’t felt a thing.
    It had taken Gemma a long time to get back on her feet after that terrible time. But once she did, she vowed no-one would ever rule her like that again. Ironically though, her choice had led to her life being ruled—by her one-person business. She hadn’t had a holiday since the day she threw open the doors.
    She’d never told anyone about that affair. Even Murray, the first man she’d trusted in nearly a decade, would not learn of it. She didn’t want to risk losing him by revealing an ugly part of her life she’d rather forget.
    â€œSo how’s Murray?” Mrs Hilton asked. “Still working at the airport?”
    â€œMurray’s great. It looks like he’ll be offered more work.”
    â€œThat’s good, but it must be backbreaking moving suitcases all day long.”
    Gemma grunted in agreement.
    â€œAt least it’s a permanent job. Alfred was retrenched from the brewery when he was forty-eight and hasn’t been able to find a full-time job since then.”
    â€œYeah, I know, but it’d be nice if Murray could do something he actually liked.”
    Sheryl huffed. “Most jobs are boring. You’d be a lucky person to have something exciting to do every day.”
    â€œI’m going to pull the wax off now. Okay?”
    â€œGo ahead. So when are you two getting married? It must be time?”
    A ghastly ripping noise emanated as Gemma pulled the wax strip, tearing out the reluctant leg hairs with it. “Hopefully we will one day. But it’s so expensive. Besides, it’s not like we need to get married. We’re practically a family now.”
    The bell above the door tinkled and Tiffany walked into the salon, looking like she’d come from another world. As usual, her black hair covered most of her delicate porcelain face and Gemma wondered