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CL-119 Making The Bride's Maid by Ray Mills


Chapter 1


Randi Coles kicked off the bedcovers and groaned softly. It was
stifling in her room. It must be the hottest night of the year, she
thought. Her room felt like an oven.

Even though the window was open, the air outside was just as hot as it
was inside. And the humidity was unbearable. She had put on her
flimsiest nightie, which only went down to the tops of her thighs and
was made of wispy transparent fabric, but even that was too much.

She decided to go to the refrigerator and get a glass of iced tea.
Maybe that'll cool me off enough so that I can get some sleep, she
thought.

And she knew she should get some sleep too. Tomorrow would be a big
day. She had the day off from her job as a maid for her sister's
wedding. And Randi would also be the maid of honor. She wanted to be at
her best, fresh and rested. But how could she do that in this stinking
weather?

She tiptoed quietly down the hallway to the kitchen, hoping that at
least everyone else was asleep, though she didn't see how they could be
in this heat. She knew that Rick, her future brother-in-law, and Dave,
the cabana boy, had stayed up late playing a game, but they must
have gone to bed too. The light was out in the living room.

She tiptoed past the guest room, where Rick was sleeping until the
wedding tomorrow, and saw no light under the door. It was dark in the
kitchen, but she knew the way to the refrigerator. The light inside of
it made it possible for her to find a glass and fill it with iced tea.

"Oh, would you pour one for me too, while you're at it?" a voice behind
her suddenly asked in a soft whisper.

"What?" Randi, startled, whirled around.

The iced tea she had poured for herself spilled onto the floor. It
splashed onto her bare feet.

"Oh shit!" she gasped. "Now look what I've done!"

Again she looked up. In the dim light from the refrigerator, she saw
Rick. His body was naked from the waist up, his shoulders muscular and
powerful, his chest hairy and broad. He was only about five years older
than she was, of course, but she had never thought of him-like that.