Almost Perfect

[save_marla]

“Two words, Rachel: tit job.”

Her agent was exasperated. After eight months of fruitless auditions and photo shoots, he called her in to his office to level with her. Narrowing his ferrety eyes in response to her naive astonishment, he continued relentlessly, “You’re nothing special here. ‘Miss Oklahoma’ means nothing to Hollywood. Skinny girls who think they’ve got talent are a dime a dozen in this town. Less than a dime. Get yourself a nice pair of jugs and come back to me - I’ll see what I can do.”

He handed her the business card of a plastic surgeon. Rachel took it silently, turning it over and over in her hands - she couldn’t argue with Len, he knew this business better than anybody. She paid him to tell her what to do. But plastic surgery? What would her parents say?

Len watched her for a moment, then leaned in conspiratorially. “If you’d just reconsider the adult industry, I could have you working the same day...well - after the tit job, of course.”

Rachel glared at him indignantly and stood up, shouldering her purse. “You’re a pig, Len, and I don’t know why I ever listened to you in the first place.” She left his office without looking back.

***

Later that week, she walked into the plastic surgeon’s office to make an appointment. She stepped up to the reception desk and spoke hesitantly, “Hi, um...your consultations are free, right?”

The receptionist was a coldly beautiful blonde whose eyes gave Rachel the ‘once-over’ before she replied evenly, “We do not charge for an assessment - correct. Would you like to make an appointment?”

Rachel smiled gratefully, “Yes please - is there anything available today?”

The other woman nodded, pulling out a number of forms, “We should be able to fit you in. What is it that you’re thinking of having done?”

Rachel flushed and stammered slightly, “Um, a breast - breast augmentation.”

The receptionist looked up at her, nodding politely. An awkward silence followed, and at last the woman blinked and smiled, “Oh! And - that’s all? All right. If you would just have a seat and start filling out these forms, I’ll have the doctor check his schedule.”

Rachel took the forms and sat down in the quiet waiting room to fill them out. She left the questions regarding her income blank...she was actually running out of money, and not sure how she would afford this. Maybe she could ask her parents...

Her troubled thoughts were interrupted when the receptionist stepped into the waiting room with a smile. “Rachel? If you’ll come with me, please.”


OOC: This story is closed-ish, for now. There may be opportunities for other players later - please PM if you'd be interested in joining. Thanks.

 

[LitShark]

Dr. Kennith Leigh Sat at his consultation desk, deftly adjusting the collar of his white medical coat. He finally got it just how he liked it, the front laying flat and the back popped up.

"Dr. Leigh, we have a young woman who would like a consultation for a breast augmentation." The small speaker on his desk announced.

"And..." Dr. Leigh asked, waiting to hear the rest of the procedures this girl was inquiring about. "Oh! That's all? Alright send her in please."

Ken watched as the beautiful but nervous girl walked into his office. It was actually hard for him to supress a flinch when he saw her. Such a beautiful girl with so many hideous little freckles. It was disgusting, like someone had thrown a septic tank through a woodchipper and she had stood on the other end to dance in the spray. Horrible.

His disgust was quickly glossed over in favor of a handsome and charismatic smile as he took the girl's hand in his own and kissed the back of it gently. Part of him felt like he could actually taste those horrible freckles.

"Welcome, please have a seat."

 

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Rachel was pleased to be shown into the doctor's office so soon - it was almost too easy - she hoped it was a good sign of things to come.

Dr. Leigh looked up when she stepped into his office, and she felt herself blushing as she walked across the room to take a seat. She supposed she should have expected everyone around here to be gorgeous.

She caught his eye again as she set her purse down on the chair in front of his desk, and a brief flicker of - almost revulsion - flitted across his face as he looked at her. Rachel felt her face grow cold for a moment, but was immediately reassured when he smiled at her winningly, reaching across the desk to take her hand.

She let out a startled little noise when he brought her hand to his lips, but she was mostly flattered by the gesture. She squeezed his fingers before letting them go, and smiled warmly back at him. "Thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice, Dr. Leigh. I'm Rachel Scott - well, I guess you'll see all that..." She indicated the forms the receptionist had left on his desk.

Pressing her lips together anxiously as he scanned the paperwork, she murmured, "I really hope you can help me."

 

[LitShark]

Dr. Leigh sat behind his desk looking at his newest client to be. She was actually quite beautiful despite the shit-storm of freckles that marred her soft skin. He ignored her words for a moment just staring at her. She was blushing and becoming uncomfortable, but none of that was the good doctor's concern, he leaned his cheek over onto his palm and continued to stare.

He was looking through her in a sense, not looking in her eyes, but rather at her eyes. He was imagining her without skin, picturing her without muscle or tissue, striping her luscious body down until she was just a skelliton, the barest fundamental structure around which, everything else joined to create beauty; the canvas upon which he created art. She had excellent bone structure, though a bit of fat in her cheeks hid it from her face. He reached out, holding a small notecard, the card was ever so gently placed horizontally against her face. The edge of the card pressed into her flesh enough that he could feel the skellital constructs of her face, he used a sharpie to trace the rounded curve of her cheek onto the notecard, he pulled it back and showed her the small arcing black line.

"You see that? That's the shape of your face, like an upside-down teardrop." The doctor quickly drew a different line next to the one that was hers, more curved. This line looked more like half of an hourglass. "This is what your face wants to look like, sleek, sexy and defined. The problem is that your face is holding onto some childhood chubbiness that hides your face."

"My point is that for you, breast implants would only be scratching the surface. It would be like putting chrome rims on a mini-van. They'd look great at first but with your frame and structure, they would start to LOOK fake after about 6 months because the rest of you is too.... natural to support perfect breasts." The Doctor continued staring at her, he was staring at her breasts now. "I mean you don't want to be some mess of stretched out freckles and squandered potential. I'm going to recomend a few other proceedures to you, that you can tell me your opinion on. I'm reccomending: Breast augmentation- Obviously, facial liposuction, minimum invasive rhinoplasty, full body subdermal laser bleaching for those freckles, and also glutteal implants, because nobody likes a girl without at least a little "junk in the trunk"."

Dr. Leigh had scribbled out his list of recommended treatments on an invoice form. He circled the total at the bottom and passed the piece of paper back to her.

 

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Rachel sat in the uncomfortable silence that followed, trying not to fidget under the doctor’s relentless gaze. How many women did he scrutinize like this every day? Evaluating their worth according to his professional sense of beauty...she felt like a piece of damaged fruit being inspected for worms, and her face burned. She leaned forward obligingly enough when he placed the note card against her face, though she was uncertain why he needed to do so, to assess her candidacy for breast implants.

She stared at the odd shape he’d drawn, and nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed at his brisk assessment. Chubby? She’d never been called that in her life...but she could see how the second shape he’d drawn was more aesthetically pleasing.

Rachel shrank low in her chair as Dr. Leigh continued to criticize her ‘natural’ frame and bone structure...so, was he not recommending implants? She was too natural to support the perfect breasts - where did that leave her? She nodded her head again in agreement, her head spinning at the ease with which he had stripped her down, reduced her to a list of flaws. The recommendations that he was making all sounded so extreme - liposuction, rhinoplasty - what was wrong with her nose? Bleaching for her freckles and ass implants...was this how it was, in Hollywood?

She swallowed hard as she watched him write out an estimate - knowing, before she looked, that it would be an impossible amount. Rachel took the piece of paper onto her lap and smiled bravely as she looked at the number, then folded the paper slowly. “I...can’t afford this,” she smiled, her cheeks hot as she looked up at the doctor sheepishly. “Thank you - for your time.”

She stood, a bit shakily - surprised to realize that she felt quite drained, after this little interview, and leaned forward again to shake his hand.

 

[LitShark]

Dr. Leigh pursed his lips with disappointment, he'd really wanted this skelliton to work with. Despite all of her glaring flaws Dr. Leigh saw a bone structure around which one such as himself could truly create a work of art. His mind raced, he ignored her hand and motioned to the chair indicating she should sit back down.

"There are other ways to work this out." He said with a distinct gleam in his eye.

 

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Rachel sat down again, feeling a bit bewildered. She was sure the doctor didn’t mean to be rude, but - it seemed he dismissed everything she said as soon as it was out of her mouth. He just kept looking at her...and now that she knew he was looking for flaws, she squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. Maybe she was too sensitive. She’d been told that, before. Well - by Len...

She clutched her purse, keeping her eyes averted from his penetrating gaze, and found herself babbling to fill the silence. “M-maybe I could work for you - at your office - until I can pay for the surgery?” That must be what he had in mind. “I - I don’t have any office experience, but I could do your filing for you, or - answer the phones, or something...”

 

[LitShark]

Dr. Leigh's conscerned frown changed to a knowing smirk, some part of him was elated that this girl wanted to plat ball with him.

"That's not what I had in mind," He said dryly. "I would be willing to perform the proceedures that you'd need for free, but I'd need for you to be willing to... expand your guidelines a bit. I'd need for you to sign on as a sort of "Project" for me."

Dr. Leigh stood up for the first time since Rachel had been in his office. He was much taller than he'd seemed behind his desk. He deliberately paced over behind where Rachel was sitting somewhat uncomfortably. He slowly trailed his fingertips over her shoulder and across the top of her back to the other shoulder slowly, like a buyer lusts after a new car on the showroom floor.

"I have been working on a number of cutting edge, "Experimental" surgery techniques that could turn the entire cosmetic surgery world on its ear. The only problem is that they are only theories at this point without some sort of catalyst upon which I could hone the art." By now Dr.Leigh was leaning close to Rachel's ear, almost whispering a deep secret. "If you would enlist to be my new project, become the swan that I know you can be, I'd make you into the perfect woman without a dime coming out of your pocket. All I ask is the chance to ensure that everything performs as expected which would mean working very... very closely together for the months that it will take to finallize your results. Is that something you aspire to? Perfct flawless beauty."

 

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Perfect flawless beauty...she hadn’t realized it was so damn important, until she moved to this plastic-wrapped town. She never thought it mattered that much to her, either. But - being offered the chance to be perfect, to be molded by this man into a flawless, inarguable beauty...she would be able to do anything she wanted to. All of her dreams would come true - and she wanted so badly to make her parents proud of her, for doing it on her own.

But she was uneasy at the phrase, “experimental surgery” - plastic surgery was bad enough, what did he want to do to her? She shuddered slightly under his touch. Pressing her lips together briefly, she looked up at him and asked, “How long would the project take? And - how much time would I spend convalescing, in bandages and stuff? Would I stay at the hospital?” Her voice was getting a little squeaky with anxiety, and she made herself stop, smiling apologetically. “I guess I need to know a little more about it,” she explained - surprising herself with her hesitation. It wasn’t like she had many options.

 

[LitShark]

Dr. Leigh just smiled at the girl's questions, she was definately beutiful behind those flaws. He stared deep into her exceptionally average brown eyes and gently ran the back of his hand down her soft and supple skin along her cheek.

"First do no harm." The Doctor said with a small smile. "At first the surgeries would require a week at most to heal. I also have a groundbreaking acceleration therapy that could reduce the healing process to mere hours. As for you, you'd be staying with me during the process in my home so that I could be there for you should any complications arise."

 

[save_marla]

It sounded so reasonable - of course she’d want to have the doctor on site, to take care of her as she healed - it only made sense to stay with him. In the back of her mind, her conscience was berating her for her unflinching readiness to go home with a stranger - never mind a rich, handsome, charming plastic surgeon stranger. Good girls didn’t accept offers like this - what did he want to do with her?

She looked into his smiling face and tuned out the warning voices. He wanted to help her - and she was already late in replacing a bounced rent check, this month. And wouldn’t her parents be happy to know that she was okay?

She was melting under his smile - it was flattering, that he wanted to use her body, to hone his art - or, should she be offended? She felt flattered. And flattered that he would invite her into his home, he must like her...she flushed at the thought.

She answered slowly, hoping she was making the right decision. “I think - I’d like to participate in your project, Dr. Leigh...if you really think you can make me beautiful,” she gestured down at herself, and laughed self-consciously. “You’ve got your work cut out for you,” she murmured, slyly fishing for another compliment.

 

[LitShark]

“You’ve got your work cut out for you,”

"Of course I have! But luckily I can see your beauty behind the mountains of work that it means for me." The thought of arguing with her statement really never crossed his mind. "Stand up, I want to photograph you for the before pictures."

Dr. Leigh's hand took hold of Rachel's firmly but with tenderness lifting her from her seat. He didn't step back even an inch, he wanted to feel her as well, her body against his, those firm little bums and tiny natural curves. She was built like a parking lot covered in speedbumps, everything about her figure said "slow down", "don't touch", "look away". It wouldn't for much longer.

Everything that was except for her lips, those were absolutely perfect. He wouldn't be touching those with anything but his own lips which he did right at that moment, kissing her lips softly, unconscerned with the woman behind them or how the kiss might make her feel.

 

[save_marla]

Rachel’s smile faltered at the doctor’s unintended insult, and her self-consciousness came rushing back. She had a feeling that, being in his company for any significant length of time was to be cheerfully humiliated - it was his profession, to note the flaws in others, and he was very good at it. Her spirits brightened as she reminded herself that, with his help, she may never have to feel this way again. She would be perfect.

Still, as she allowed herself to be assisted from the chair, she didn’t like the idea of ‘before’ pictures...would she need to be naked? She couldn’t imagine anything more directly humiliating, than to be the subject of ‘before’ pictures - this is what we need to correct and make beautiful. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t want to see them after the project was over, either.

Dr. Leigh was standing very close to her, and she lifted her troubled face and looked into his eyes. He was smiling at her, and she wanted so much to believe that he knew what was best. She was excited, but not terribly surprised when he leaned in to kiss her lips - and again, what she felt was: flattered. He looked past her imperfect exterior and saw her potential to be beautiful...Rachel wondered if she was falling in love.

 

[LitShark]

Dr. Leigh took a step back and took up a Rachel's shoulders and positioned her in the center of his office, like an island without the comfort of furniture or seats anywhere around. The girl jumped slightly when the bulb flashed. He circled her body slowly like a shark circling a wounded seal. The clicks from the shudder continued even behind Rachel's back.

"Alright, I'm going to need you naked now." Dr. Leigh said with the cold synical tone of detachment that typically only real doctors are afflicted with.

 

[save_marla]

Rachel held firmly to the smile that was wavering on her lips as the doctor guided her to the middle of the room and made her stand there, without anything to hide behind, or even lean on - just herself. And Dr. Leigh and his camera. She closed her eyes, listening to the shutter click again and again as he paced slowly around her, and she tried not to imagine herself from every angle, frozen in time, in this moment of such deep humiliation.

She felt her face go white (cringing inwardly, as she knew her freckles would stand out like ink blots on white paper) at his insistence that she disrobe. She’d known it was coming - this was his work - and she’d just agreed to give her body to him over the course of this project, but she was still reluctant as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

Her cheeks warmed, foolishly, as she dropped her blouse to the floor and began sliding out of her skirt. Catching his gaze, Rachel tried to flatter herself that she saw an eager gleam in his eye - but she had a feeling he was only lusting over her potential as a guinea pig. She thought suddenly of the dead pigs and frogs she’d had to dissect in high school Biology class - back when she thought a girl with brains and gumption could do anything... She couldn’t help feeling a bit like those specimens as Dr. Leigh looked at her now.

He was waiting, so she fidgeted hurriedly with the clasp of her bra, loosing those sub-standard tits for his consideration, and - before she thought about it too long - stepped quickly out of her panties. Her face was burning again, and she was trembling slightly, but she drew herself up and even offered him a small smile as she stood there, waiting for him to lift the camera again.

She kept telling herself, he wants to help me - he’s doing me a favor.

 

[LitShark]

Young Rachel really did have a nice body despite being modestly proportioned. Dr. Leigh looked her up and down already filling his mind with changes, alterations, revisions and outright corrections that he’d need to make upon God’s work. The shutter clicked and the bulb flashed, taking a full frontal pic of the nervous but smiling girl.

Being the first time that Dr. Leigh actually saw her breasts without the impediment of a bra or blouse he felt the need to investigate them. Setting the camera down on his desk for a moment Dr. Leigh moved close against Rachel once again. This time he didn’t even show her the courtesy of looking into her face, he was staring intently at her chest and nothing else. His right hand cupped her left breast first, gently squeezing it, moving it in his hand, feeling its weight. The process was repeated on her other breast and then back again, he even tapped them lightly with his fingertips right where her chest began to blossom into those modest, firm breasts.

“Please hold still now.” Dr. Leigh told her as his fingers began to close around her right tit.

He pinched the petite little nub gently at first but steadily tightened his grip as his other hand seemed to be pulling her breast away from the tit attached to the end. He was testing the elasticity of her breast, gauging how much it could stretch without ugly little stretch marks or unsightly bulges. He kept pulling her skin tighter and tighter, testing her limits of both mind and body.

 

[save_marla]

She blinked - too late - as the flash went off in her eyes, then spent several seconds opening them wide, trying to clear the dark afterimage spots in her line of vision. Rachel didn’t see the doctor move, and was startled at how suddenly he seemed to appear in front of her. She couldn’t suppress a little jump, and scolded herself for it - how skittish! Grow up!

Her eyeballs itched in her hot face as she realized he was only interested in her breasts, at the moment, and she held her breath, trying to keep still as he hefted first one, and then the other, in his cool palm. Squeezing them gently, like ripe fruit, drumming his fingers against her breastbone...he was so close, she could feel his warm breath on her skin...

The doctor instructed her to hold still, and it was like a curse - suddenly Rachel felt she could feel every muscle twitching restlessly, thought she could even feel the blood pulsing through her veins. Impossible to keep still as he did the horribly unthinkable and pinched her nipple in a firm grip and began to stretch her breast out. She could feel herself beginning to sweat as she struggled to accept what he was doing to her - even now, pulling, coaxing the flesh to stretch a little further - no one had ever touched her body this way!

She let out a shuddery, nervous giggle as it became more and more painful - she couldn’t possibly protest this treatment, could she? He was helping her - he was showing her just how lacking her flesh was, in its current state. Still, her nipple burned like the tip of a cigarette between his bruising fingers, and she felt like her tit was going to come off...

Still grinning to keep from grimacing, she gurgled hesitantly, “Um, Doctor Leigh? ... It really hurts now...”

 

[LitShark]

Dr. Leigh seemed almost shocked that Rachel was still in the room. He had been completely enthralled by the texture and elasticity of her breasts. He relinquished his grip on her tits and looked up at her face again. His look bore nothing of his feelings at being interrupted, he was cold. His gaze mimicing the icy air of his office.

"Turn around please Rachel." The Doctor commanded, using her shoulder to turn her around before she had a chance to comply on her own.

A few more snapshots were taken of her from behind. The flashing of the shudder was folowed by the distinct popping sound of a pen's cap being removed.

"I'm going to draw outlines for the proceedures that I'll be performing."

 

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It was the oddest thing, Rachel thought, as she allowed the doctor to turn her so that her back was to him. Though she felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable, naked in the middle of his office, submitting to photographs being taken of her body and having her flesh manipulated by this man - at the same time, she wondered if he was hearing her at all. She felt as if they were speaking two entirely different languages - that’s how little effect her words seemed to have on him. It was an unsettling suspicion to be having, so early.

She saw and heard the camera flash again a few times behind her, and imagined what the 8½ x 11 glossy prints of her pale, freckled, flat ass might look like in a frame.

Rachel turned her head slightly at the sound of the pen’s cap coming off, and felt herself growing slightly ill at the thought of Dr. Leigh’s next intentions. Why draw the outlines on her body - now? Wouldn’t they just wash off in the shower tomorrow? Unless - he planned to start work on her immediately. She flinched as the tip of the pen touched her, and spun around to face him, bringing her arms up to cover her chest, out of habit.

“Oh - um...is this really necessary?” her voice sounded squeaky again, and strained. “I mean, we’re not doing this today...are we?”

 

[LitShark]

"No, not if you don't feel ready. It's just for documentation, like I said these proceedures are untested and if they work they will be absolutely groundbreaking. I need to document everything if I'm going to publish this research." Dr. Leigh said through pursed lips. "Now hold still please."

The Sharpie pen drew dotted incision lines allong the outside of her hips where he intended to insert her gluttial implants and give her a nice round "booty" that was so often sought after these days. A few garbled notes in very sloppy handwriting accompanied the lines.

Dr. Leigh then began what would be the arduous task of marking small arrows near each heavy concentration of freckles, strays got an arrow pointed directly at them. Once the freckles had a pattern develop, Dr. Leigh made a small cicle with an X at the center where he would go in for the skin "Bleaching" process.

"This may take a while."

 

[save_marla]

Her thoughts swam as she absorbed what Dr. Leigh had just said, about publishing his research - would the photos be published, as well? She couldn’t even begin to imagine how humiliating that would be - to have her ‘before’ and ‘after’ photos scrutinized by countless aspiring surgeons. All of her imperfections identified, and documented, and corrected.

Rachel felt numb as the doctor positioned her and began marking her with his sharp-tipped pen. He took his time outlining the very sensitive swell of her hips and ass, and then it seemed not an inch of flesh was spared his appraisal. She could determine Xs, and circles - but at times it seemed he used her body to scribble notes to himself. Each time he worked so industriously with the marker, she wondered what was so wrong with her.

She felt him moving, making his way up and then down her body, and she tried to stifle a shudder, but only half succeeded. She knew he would eventually work his way around to her front, and then possibly her face - she wasn’t sure she could bear it.

There was a long pause, and she held her breath, wondering if he was finished - then she felt him making Xs again. Her hands were shaking, and she made fists at her sides and held out as long as she could, but finally blurted, “Dr. Leigh? I - I don’t think I can do this.”

 

[LitShark]

Dr. Leigh barely even registered that he heard Rachel's hesitant refrain, he was still busy drawing tiny arrows indicating her freckles. Her shudder, however, did register with him.

"Rachel I'm really going to need you to stay still." Dr. Leigh said sternly, his grasp on her hip tightening.

 

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His voice rang authoritative, and she bit her lips, resolved to obey.

His fingers dug into her and helped steady her, a little, but her knuckles were white at her sides. Rachel redoubled her efforts to remain still, concentrating on her breathing, while trying to ignore the tickle of his pen on her body. She rolled her eyes up and stared at the ceiling, telling herself that it would be over soon, she just had to get through it..

The silence in the room was maddening, and did nothing for her nerves, so she attempted some small talk. "So, where is your home, doctor? Will your family mind if I stay there?"

 

[LitShark]

Dr. Leigh seemed reasonably satisfied with his handy work and snapped a few shots of her backside before using her shoulder to turn her to face him. He flashed her a brief smile before getting to work drawing lines and arrows around her eyes.

"I live only a few miles from here. I have no family to speak of, I live alone." Dr. Leigh said softly, his breath tickling her neck as he spoke deliberately. "Does that make you uncomfortable? To stay with me when its just the two of us?"

The intention in his voice was unmistakable. For what seemed like the first time he was now gazing directly into her eyes, not around them.

 

[save_marla]

She felt him move away, and his camera flashed again, taking pictures of her butt, all drawn up like a road map, or maybe directions for the drive back to his place. Then he turned her around, without warning, and Rachel was mortified, to feel the blank look of uncertainty still on her face when she looked up at him. Her face flushed deeply again, at being caught in a moment of ungrateful doubt, and she returned his smile weakly, and kept her gaze down.

Dr. Leigh was close enough for a kiss as he brought his pen up to write on her face. She had thought nothing could be worse than feeling him mark up her ass, but - her face... Eighty percent of her world, she experienced through her face. Her voice was housed in her face, and her life was a symphony of laughter, songs, screams and sighs. Her smile could not exist without her face, tears could not fall. To touch her face gently was to hold her soul in your hand. It was so personal. Rachel had to will herself not to flinch away, every time he leaned in with the pen.

She absorbed this new information, that she would be staying alone with him. Wondering how it would be, to live with a man who knew her body so intimately, who would be touching her and examining her constantly - but would never see her as a sexual creature. He would only see her as a walking jumble of parts - most of them flawed, or damaged. Could she endure his constant appraisals and criticisms?

He was waiting for to speak, and she stammered in her hurry to reply, ”Um - no. Of course not.” Rachel started to lower her head, but the doctor lifted her chin again. She was sure her face was beet red. Her answer had not been at all convincing, and his eyes seemed to penetrate her and keep her pinned.

As she looked into his eyes, Rachel wanted to believe that it would be all right. He couldn’t be so detached all the time...if she was living with him, they’d have to talk and get to know each other. He’d kissed her - living alone, they might even - but no, she wouldn’t get carried away. She smiled again, embarrassed, and repeated, “Of course not. It’s really generous of you.”