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him about this. She lifted her head and carefully opened the
box. She had no idea if sound carried through the luxurious island
house, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She had to take the
test and find out once and for all. The not knowing for sure was
going to kill her.
    Under different circumstances
she’d imagined this as one of the most exciting events of her
life. The idea of Alex being in love with her and them raising a
family together had the makings of the perfect happily ever after. If
only life worked out like that instead of being so damned messy all
the time.
    Before she chickened out again,
Harper shifted and adjusted her body so she could pee on the stupid
stick. Despite not having used the facilities since before Alex
loaded her onto a plane, nothing happened. Her body froze,
uncooperative. She willed her body to relax; knowing the tension of
the last couple of days was still weighing down on her.
    “ Hey, hurry up in there.
We’ve got stuff to do today.”
    Harper jerked her hand and nearly
toppled to the floor. She grasped the edge of the counter and
rebalanced her body. “Okay,” she replied. Guilt at hiding
in the bathroom prevented her from firing back something nasty for
his obnoxious behavior. She shoved the test back into the box and
buried it back at the bottom of her purse. Later when she had more
time she’d finish the job and then her and Alex could tackle
the truth. As she washed her hands in the copper basin sitting on top
of the granite counters she finally took a moment to take in her
surroundings. Glass, granite and stone surrounded the space. The dark
gray tones of the stone highlighted the blues and greens of the glass
and tile perfectly. It gave her a sense of an indoor space that had
been married to the outdoors. Her gaze landed on the gigantic tub and
her eyes widened. Holy hell. It looked large enough to hold half a
football team — or
an orgy. She rolled her eyes.
    The large window above the rim of
the tub, although she’d have to refer to it as a hot tub due to
its size, looked like it latched and opened to the outside. The
frosted glass allowed a lot of light into the space but currently
blocked her view and left her curious.
    She stepped into the giant tub
and reached for the latch on the window. She pushed it open and
gasped at the view in front of her. Sand so white it nearly blinded
her led to the open ocean not more than two hundred feet from where
she stood. For a half a second she entertained the idea of climbing
out the window and running for the water. She could already feel the
sun-kissed heat on her face and the cool, soft grains of sand between
her toes.
    Then she remembered she had no
clothes on. Her travel attire had consisted of the blanket she’d
been sleeping under when Alex grabbed her and nothing else. Harper
scrambled back away from the window. She stopped and checked herself
in the mirror. Alex always maintained fairly strict rules for her
attire or lack of attire when they were in private. How many times
had he told her how much he loved her body and that having it
accessible for his pleasure kept her mind in the headspace she so
desperately craved?
    She turned sideways and frowned.
In the weeks after her faux pas during the whip scene she’d
noticed the pounds slowly creeping on. At first it seemed no big deal
as she’d struggled her entire life with weight management and
bounced often between a size twelve and fourteen. At the twenty pound
gain mark she’d grown concerned and finally paused working long
enough to consider the cause.
    Harper cupped her breasts and
lifted them. Her favorite benefit of weight gain, if there truly was
a benefit, were the boobs. So what if her stomach had thickened or
her thighs widened, she now had a nice fucking rack. She clamped her
lips to suppress a giggle and stepped back. Time to get this show on
the road, and while she was at it, find a gallon or two of water.
Eventually necessity would override stage