Sidney’s Triple Shot [Apache Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page A

actually even registered as a guest at that motel. She had just picked one from the phone book for its local address.
    She left all of the lights off except the one in the bathroom, and after spreading her toiletries out on the sink countertop, she turned the shower on to bring the water to temperature. Reaching up, she let her shoulder-length blonde hair down from the rubber band that held it, and then looked at her body carefully in the mirror.
    She watched her hands pull the tight black halter top of her uniform over her head and then unzip the short shorts and let them drop to her ankles. Standing there braless in just a soft pink thong, she was shocked to see the changes that were happening to her body. Just a little over a month with no sleep and less than adequate meals, and she was beginning to look like a walking skeleton. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she had lost enough weight that her normally curvy body looked more angular and gaunt.
    Her ribs were pressing out from under her full breasts, and there was now a hollow at her belly button between the sharp points of her hip bones. The clothes she had been wearing when she left Robert were too big for her now, so she had purchased a few pieces from the local department store to wear when she wasn’t at work. She turned slightly and sneered when she noticed that her plump, apple-shaped butt hadn’t shrunk at all. The biggest embarrassment of her high school days had been her ghetto booty. Men always seemed to think she was just dying for someone to grab ahold of it. That truck-stop owner certainly had. Robert had hated it. Deeming it too plump for his taste, he had spent plenty of time admonishing her to work out harder. The only physical feature she didn’t want to change was her full C-cup breasts that were still pretty perky. Robert had encouraged her several times to look into breast augmentation, because he liked large breasts. God, I’m glad I never listened to him about that, she thought to herself.
    She rolled her eyes at herself for thinking about his dumb ass again and then stepped under the hot water, letting her body relax into it. She washed her hair, slowly massaging her scalp and trying to ease the headache that always formed when she worked a double shift at the bar.
    She had made great tips tonight, especially from the Marine Corps friends of the Dawson brothers. They had swamped the two tables next to where she was working the bar and were there for nearly four hours. They were all delicious-looking men, and each one was an example out of a sinful fantasy. She flirted with them, knowing that they were great tippers, and made sure to keep their drinks full the whole night.
    Military men, who were probably more interested in a fling than a relationship, they kept all of the women at the bar drooling when they came as a group. She had even found herself accepting the two phone numbers that were pressed into her hand, but she quickly disposed of them both, knowing she would never call them.
    If she was honest with herself, she wasn’t really interested in a quick roll with any of them. No, she had eyes only for the Dawson brothers, and there was no way that was ever happening. No matter how much her body wanted release, she just couldn’t risk it. Besides the fact that she wasn’t staying here permanently, she wasn’t sure she would ever want to trust a man enough to spend time alone with him again.
    After making sure she had all of the conditioner rinsed from her scalp, she quickly soaped her body, washing away the smoky scent of the bar. The whole time she scrubbed at her skin, she hummed Heidi Newfield’s “Johnny & June,” imagining herself falling in love with a good man who would walk through fire for her instead of pushing her into the flames.
    Feeling refreshed, she grabbed her disposable razor and shaving gel. She hadn’t shaved in over a week, and she was feeling prickly and itchy. Her uniform required that she wear