Loved By The Hero (Hero Romance 3) Read Online Free PDF

night out after that douche bag, Eric, ditched you at that party last week. Besides, it’s bad for your image to be seen sulking around after some nobody dumped you.” Marie smiled and showed a row of perfect, white teeth that could pass as someone’s dentures they were so pristine. It disturbed Claire sometimes, enough that she had nightmares the one night a few weeks ago about Marie’s teeth popping out of her head and trying to eat anyone in sight.
    Maybe the nightmare was a prelude to something, but Claire couldn’t think of what it might be.
    “My image?” Claire rolled her eyes to the ceiling and chuckled a little too loudly. “I don’t have an image, Marie. I’m a weather girl, remember? No one knows my name, just my face, and that’s only sometimes.”
    They were silent a few moments as Marie jutted out her bottom lip and began to pull on it, squeezing it and twisting it as she stared at Claire’s curly locks. “I wish you’d let your hair grow out,” she finally whined as she let go of her lip. “It would be so much easier to straighten that way.”
    “I don’t want it straight,” Claire grumped as she stood up from the soft chair in front of her vanity. She’d straightened her hair once in her life and would never do it again. Those straight locks had made her look too round in the face and she’d hated it.
    “Then at least let me fix your eye shadow,” Marie stated firmly as she put her hands on Claire’s shoulders and pushed her back into the chair. There was an argument on Claire’s lips, but she let it whisper away with her breath and closed her eyes as Marie started to dab at them.
    When she opened them, she wished she’d argued. “Green, Marie?” She narrowed her amber eyes into slits as she stared at the color. If she’d had her choice, she’d have gone with nothing, but Marie thought eye shadow was like looking into someone’s soul.
    “Yeah, green. Get over it and put on the dress.”
    “But I’ll look like Christmas!”
    “Then I guess you’d better smile because people are going to want a happy Christmas.”
    Claire wanted to point out Marie’s statement barely made any sense, but she got the gist of it. She was going out because she wanted to have fun, and because Marie wasn’t going to bring her any more sappy romance movies. A girl had to have a little time to mourn her broken relationship that had lasted three years. She still questioned why he’d never asked her to marry him after all that time before she fell asleep at night.
    It was pathetic and she knew it.
    And that’s why she put on the scandalous red dress that only came to her mid-thigh and had tiny straps across the back. She felt like she was naked, probably because she practically was. “I can’t wear a bra in this thing,” Claire complained as she put her hands over her average breasts.
    “You’ve never heard of boob tape?” Marie smirked as she pulled out a roll of tape from her purse, and Claire raised both eyebrows at the picture of how to apply this said ‘boob tape’ to her breasts.
    “And if I get lucky?” She questioned as she thought about the look on a guy’s face when he pulled off her dress to find that she had taped her boobs up so they were perkier than usual.
    “Oh c’mon, seriously, Claire? Lucky?” They both looked at each other and there was a ghost of a smile on Claire’s lips. It felt good to smile a little, but she didn’t want to let it take her over so it disappeared.
    She let her best friend, the one who had brought her romantic comedies, thriller movies, and popcorn over almost every night since Eric had told her he wasn’t in love with her, tape her boobs. He’d done it in front of all her coworkers and his at a party they were supposed to be hosting together. It had been, and would forever be, the most humiliating moment of her life. Wearing a little bit of boob tape was not going to lower her self-esteem any further.
    “Alright, you’re all set. Now