Chapter Thirty-One

Talia's POV:

It was getting to evening now. With every minute that passed, I was feeling more and more nervous at the thought of me seeing him soon. Everything I did to distract myself was no longer interesting. I began pacing in my flowing white gown, lacy white panties and bra underneath and yellow beach sandals on my feet. It was beautiful, less revealing but sexy. It was better than the bathrobe I had worn almost all day. I was shocked at how they knew exactly my size in everything.

Desperately, I pushed aside the thought of what was to come. I had a feeling in my guts that he would soon be with me, and that made me sick. So sick that I wanted to throw up. He wasn't done with me, that I knew for sure.