BEASTS OF BOTH WORLDS
PARANORMAL DATING AGENCY
NEWYORKTIMESandUSATODAYBESTSELLINGAUTHOR MILLY TAIDEN
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Fighting a lifetime of learned prejudice against shifters, Harlow Quinn left home to escape her family. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect to find Gerri Wilder of the Paranormal Dating Agency and two smokin’ hot mates. Just thinking of them made her hormones go up in flames.
Lux Luther, wolf alpha, and his tiger beta, Osian Drive knew they would someday find the woman to complete their triad. They didn't think she'd be so sassy and sexy. From the first glance, they had to fight the dirty thoughts about Harlow and her gorgeous lips. But not for long.
Targeted by a heinous group of anti-shifters, this unlikely threesome must place the fate of their world in their unwavering love and trust in one another or lose more than just their happily ever after. Some horrors are worse than anything ever imagined, and for Lux, Harlow, and Osian it’s a fight for their very existence.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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Beasts of Both Worlds
Copyright © 2019 by Milly Taiden
Edited by: Tina Winograd
Cover: Willsin Rowe
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Harlow Quinn glanced up quickly when she felt the jolt to the shopping cart she pushed through the grocery store. “Oh, shit.” Really? This was so not what she needed. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Please, excuse me.”
The older woman she’d bumped into gave her with a sweet smile, her eyes an unusual blue that captivated. “No worries, dear. Are you okay?”
Harlow felt tears gather in her eyes. Great, now she was a sobbing idiot in the middle of the damn store. She needed to get her life in order. All this pathetic bullshit had to stop.
The woman’s face turned concerned and she said, “Oh, did you hurt yourself when we bumped into each other?”
Harlow sniffled. She wasn’t going to cry. Nope. That was for sissies and she was a strong independent woman. She sniffled again. Fuck. “I’m so embarrassed, sorry. I don’t mean to be such a wuss.”
The woman smiled sympathetically and patted her arm. “My name is Gerri. There’s a coffee shop next door. Why don’t you come with me and tell me what’s bothering you? I have time and I might be able to help.” Gerri wrapped her arm around her shoulders and gently tugged her down the shopping aisle.
“That’s very sweet of you, ma’am,” she said with a wobbly voice, “but I don’t want to impose. And honestly, I’m embarrassed. I don’t
usually cry this easily. It’s just been one of those days.”
Harlow glanced up as Gerri opened a glass door and the smell of coffee hit her. The aroma immediately soothing some of her stress.
“I’m always looking for a reason to enjoy a cup of coffee with a new friend and if I can get a nice coffee cake out of it, even better. Now, sit anywhere.”
Harlow scanned the room and headed toward a table in the corner. If she was going to bawl like a freaking baby, she wanted as much privacy as possible.
“Hello, Mavis. Would you bring my usual and whatever my new friend here wants, please?”
Harlow glanced over her shoulder at the woman standing behind the counter and smiled. “Black coffee, please. Some cream on the side.”
She took a seat and watched as Gerri stopped and chatted with the other patrons as she moved through the shop.
“Are you a local celebrity or something?” Harlow felt her cheeks heat after she asked. It was probably rude, but Gerri seemed to know everyone.
“You could say I’m infamous in some circles.” Gerri sat and smiled at her. She had a smile that made her look really young, but the white hair had to mean she was a grandmother. Harlow didn’t know anyone with hair that white. “Now, tell me what your name is and what’s upsetting you.”
“Oh! I’m sorry. I can’t believe I didn’t introduce myself yet. My name is Harlow Quinn. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gerri.” Harlow realized she never got the lady’s last name and it seemed impolite to use her first without permission. She bit her lip and glanced around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation.
“I apologize, ma’am. Should I call you Gerri or use your surname? It seems rude to just say Gerri without asking.” Harlow glanced up to the counter to see if their coffee was ready. She wanted something to do with her hands. She didn’t know why but she was nervous.
Gerri waved away her worry. “No worries! Please, call me Gerri. I don’t stand for the formality. My name is Gerri Wilder. As for my
usual coffee order...I’m assuming that is why you asked if I was a local celebrity, right?” Gerri paused and Harlow nodded. Sure, that excuse would work.
“I run a dating agency and like to come here occasionally to meet with clients. Plus, I’m a dessert snob and love anything sweet. They make the best stuff here. Pastries are the second way I like to suck on some cream.”
Harlow gaped at Gerri. Did she… Was she being dirty? This elder woman didn’t seem the type but those had been the words out of her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” Harlow cleared her throat.
“Don’t be,” Gerri grinned wide, her eyes bright with humor. “You shouldn’t take life so seriously. It’s not like you’re going to get out of it alive.”
She nodded absently. Harlow wasn’t sure what was happening. Why was she sitting in a coffee shop with a dating guru? The barista walked over and delivered their coffees and an assortment of pastries. She glanced up to thank her and was startled to see the woman staring at her with a quizzical look.
“Is something wrong?” Harlow glanced at Gerri to see if she knew what was going on.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was trying to guess who Gerri, here, would set you up with.” The barista laughed and walked back behind the counter.
Harlow gaped at the woman then turned to Gerri. “She’s kidding, right? I mean you don’t even know me. Hell, I’m not even sure how I got here or why I’m still sitting here, honestly.”
Gerri chuckled and picked up her tea. “Have a scone, dear. They’re delicious. Make sure you put a generous amount of that clotted cream. They make it fresh and the jam too.” Gerri took another sip of tea and sat back. “You looked like you needed a friend and I had the time to be that friend. Sometimes talking to strangers is easier than a close friend. So, what happened to make you cry today?”
Harlow sighed and closed her eyes a second. Maybe she was right. Sometimes an impartial point of view could put things in
perspective. “Okay, I woke up this morning to a certified letter from my boss laying me off without notice. Then my mom left a voicemail while I was in the shower, berating me on life in general.
“I’m not making the family proud. But at least my brother is helping her. I had a crappy dream about an ex-boyfriend and his new glamorous girlfriend. Usual stuff but combined with the letter…” she cleared her throat and added a little cream and sugar to her coffee. “I’ve been busting my ass at that job. Working all hours and going above and beyond. Do you think they cared?” She sniffled but refused to start crying again. “At the end of the day, I’m just another number on a spreadsheet and all my efforts were in vain.” She paused and took a fortifying sip of her coffee and a huge bite of scone slathered with cream and jam. She moaned as a hint of vanilla and strawberries touched her tongue. “Holy shit, this is amazing.”
Gerri chuckled and nodded. “They are and that doesn’t explain why the breakdown in the grocery store.” Harlow wiped her hands on a napkin and glanced up at Gerri then back to the table in front of her.
“I was feeling low after everything but decided to just move on. I wasn’t happy at work and had been thinking about a new job anyway. And Ma... Well, nothing will change there so I went grocery shopping.” She paused a second and recalled the email she received a short time ago.
“This year is also my ten-year high school reunion.” Her shoulders slumped. “Can you believe it? I thought I’d have my life together by now. A great job. A wonderful man. One or two kids. You know, the white picket fence and all that.” She sighed. “Instead, I’m unemployed, single, with a family from hell and zero prospects in any direction.”
“Tell me more about this reunion,” Gerri said.
“I was planning to skip it but got an email from the head of the planning committee and my personal nemesis. She stated she was sure I hadn’t changed at all since school, so she was giving my ‘plus one’ status to someone else who needed an extra ticket.” Harlow slid a bit lower in her chair and avoided Gerri’s eyes. Gerri didn’t say anything but listened intently, sipping on her drink.
“In high school, I was a wallflower. I didn’t have any friends. I was too shy, too quiet, just too different to fit in. I was just not the social butterfly other women are. Anyway, the head cheerleader, prom queen—you know the type, the clique popular girl—for some reason made it her mission to hate me. She belittled me all the time.
“I don’t know why, honestly. I guess it made her feel better and that was all that was important. So, I didn’t date at all, and actually, I haven’t dated really since then. My family isn’t one you would take someone home to.”
“I see. You lost your job, your mom made you feel like shit, and then the clique mean girl dropped back into your life. I could see how that would take a toll. You need a few orgasms to make life look a bit brighter.” Gerri calmly took a bite of a scone she picked up and winked at Harlow.
Harlow choked on the sip of coffee she had just taken and glanced around quickly to see if anyone else heard her bold statement.
“Did you say I need orgasms?” Harlow was sure she was blushing, so she buried her face in her hands. “I can’t be having this conversation with a stranger who is old enough to be my mother. No offense, ma’am.” Harlow groaned and shook her head. Trust her to find the one crazy person that looked sane and decide to have coffee with the woman.
“Psshh, none taken. If it’s done right, we never outgrow the need or desire for a good orgasm. But I will revise my earlier statement. You need orgasms and love. Companionship to keep you occupied in and out of bed, to be there when you need a shoulder or two. Let me help you with that, darling. It is my specialty as you heard.”
She frowned, shaking her head. “I don’t understand. Why you would do that for me though? You don’t know me, and I can’t afford to pay right now. I need to save everything I can until I get a new job.”
“I like to help people and I have a good sense of who is deserving and you, my dear, are very deserving. I might also be able to help you with a job, but we will come back to that in a few minutes. Now, tell me when your reunion is and how would you feel about the hottest date you could ever imagine escorting you.”
“It’s next week. I didn’t RSVP though, so not sure there’s enough time for me to do it.” Harlow’s stomach turned at the thought of being around Mindy again. Why was it high school could have such a hold on you so many years later? Based on her behavior today, you would never know she normally felt confident and happy. But the thought of high school brought up her insecurities. It’s like that part of her only showed up when evil spawn from hell cheerleader came into her life.
“Respond to the email right now,” Gerri said.
Harlow pulled out her phone and brought up a reply screen.
“Say you will be in attendance and will be bringing guests. Say, since she was willing to offer extra spots to others, she would do you the same courtesy. Then do not reply or open another email from her. Let her guess how many people you are bringing. She will be eaten up with jealously thinking you have more than one date.”
Harlow typed a return email as fast as Gerri talked but she did pause over the word guests, as in plural, but Gerri’s explanation soothed her nerves. She could only handle one stranger on a date, but the idea of two or more…yeah, that sounded really good to her libido. Not to mention imagining Mindy’s ugly scowl while reading she might have more than one date. That was priceless.
“What do you need from me to find a date?” Harlow got goose bumps across her arms when she thought of the possibility of going on a real date with a hot guy like Gerri promised.
She glanced up to see Gerri smiling at her with a slightly manic grin. “Give me the details of the party. Where it is, what time, and the date. Your studs will meet you outside the doors and escort you in. Trust me, and dress to impress, my dear. By the time the night is over, you just might get the O’s you are craving.” Gerri laughed and pushed her chair back. “Here’s my business card. Text me or call if you need anything. In the meantime, relax.”
Harlow watched Gerri walk to the counter and speak to the barista who glanced at her with a smile and a wave. Then Gerri left and the woman came over to her. “Gerri paid for everything, so you are good. Do me a favor, though. Come back in after your date and
let me know what you get set up with, please. I live vicariously through Gerri’s matches.”
Harlow was laughing then stopped. “Wait, you mean who I get set up with, right?”
The barista sat in the chair across from her. “No, I meant what. You do know she is a shifter, right? She runs the Paranormal Dating Agency and sets up humans with shifters.”
Harlow stood up so fast, her chair hit the ground behind her. “I have to go.” She ran from the shop with her stomach turning and tears pouring down her face again.
“Osian, I just got the weirdest email.” Lux Luther glanced up from his cell phone to see his beta staring out the front window. “What are you doing? Are you even listening to me?” Osian grunted. Lux assumed it was supposed to be some kind of acknowledgment to his questions.
“Anyway, I’ve decided to step down as pack alpha and make you the next leader. I’m going to join a monastery.” Lux tried not to laugh, but Osian was obviously not listening to a word he said. “Dude, are you hearing me?”
Lux picked up a book lying on the end table next to him and chucked it at Osian’s back. Osian jumped and spun around. “You know for a tiger, you’re awfully unaware of your surroundings.” Lux laughed at the startled look on his best friend’s face.
“I’m in the pack alpha’s house. You of all people have my back. I can let my awareness go if needed for a few minutes. What did I miss?” Osian glanced around the room then back at him.
“I said I got a strange email and wanted to share it with you.” Osian frowned and walked over to the couch.
“What do you mean strange?”
Lux bit his lip and glanced down to his phone. “I guess it’s more who it’s from that’s weird.” Lux knew he was being an ass, but he was going to draw it out just to mess with his beta.
“Dammit, Lux, just tell me already.”
Lux laughed. “So impatient! Gerri Wilder.”
Osian jumped up and headed back to the window. “Dude, how did she get your email? And what does she want?” Osian glanced around outside again and then glanced at Lux over his shoulder.
“Osian Drive, what is wrong with you today? She sent you the email, too, by the way. I’m sure you can imagine why she is reaching out to us. She found our third.” Lux got off the couch and stood next to Osian. He really wanted to know what he was looking at outside, or what he was looking for.
“Lux, how did she get our emails? She’s freaky scary! How does she know she found our mate? I told you she was odd. All those stories about her and how she finds anyone’s true mate. Man, that’s some crazy shit. Now, we’re on her radar!”
Lux laughed and clasped Os on the shoulder. “Everyone knows the Paranormal Dating Agency matchmaker. I’m sure my mom had something to do with this. She’s been telling me for ages to go meet her friend Gerri and let her set us up. She must have taken matters into her own hands. Don’t worry so much about Gerri, she’s harmless.”
Osian shook his head before Lux had finished talking. “Shhh, somehow she will hear us talking about her. I don’t want that woman to be aware we know she’s just a bit odd. Okay, a lot odd, but really, she’s scary!”
Lux could barely stop laughing to respond to Os’s long-winded rant. Thankfully he was saved by his phone ringing. He turned, then Osian stopped him with a hand on his arm. “I’m telling you, that’s her calling now. Do not pick it up! This otherworld knowing shit is crazy! Hell, maybe she’s a witchy shifter. Fuck, I don’t know, but she scares me.”
Lux stared at his best friend like he had turned into a pod person. What happened to his staid, reserved beta? This was unusual, but he couldn’t ignore Gerri Wilder. He would have to find out later what was really going on with Os.
“Hello, this is Lux.”
“Hello, Lux. It’s Gerri Wilder. I assume you got my email.”
Lux stared at Osian, his eyes wide and nodded. Osian whispered quietly, “I told you it would be her! See, scary as hell!” Osian slashed his hands through the air and paced. Lux didn’t know what he expected, but he wasn’t stupid enough to hang up the phone.
“Yes.” He paused to clear his throat. “Sorry, we did get your email. It was quite unexpected.” Lux put the phone on speaker so Osian could listen in. “Ms. Wilder, Osian is here with me and I have you on speaker.”
“Hello, Osian. I appreciate you taking my call today. I know you are probably pacing and worried about why I called. I promise, I’m only trying to help you. Nothing more.”
Osian glanced at Lux with shock on his face. “Um, hello, ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Gerri barked a laugh over the phone. “Come now. I know you are apprehensive about me, but I found your mate. One would think that if a tiger and a wolf can put away their normal reticence to live together and become best of friends, then you can ignore any feelings you have about me.”
Lux chuckled softly. “Very true, ma’am. Can we ask how you know this woman? And we assume it’s a woman as we have no tendencies to the other way. Also, how do you know she is our mate? You’ve never met us before.” Osian stood in front him, nodding vigorously.
“Osian, you’re going to give yourself a neck ache. Just relax a moment. I’m sure you both have heard about where I’m from, correct?” Osian nodded and Lux rolled his eyes at his friend.
“Osian has gone mute apparently, but yes, we know you’re from somewhere else.” On the other end of the phone, Gerri chuckled.
“Well, Osian is right about me. Well, kind of. I’m not your typical shifter even for an alien shifter. When I meet someone, I just know. Shifters, whether everyone wants to admit, are family, and I know what is best for my family. So, I’m sending you another email. This one has the name of your date, where to meet her, and what information you need to know about her. Any questions?”
Lux stared into space for a moment, imagining what their mate looked like, what she sounded like. Would she accept having two
mates, and them being two different shifter species? Osian’s voice brought him out of his head.
“Yes, ma’am, we understand and thank you for thinking of us.” Osian quickly said goodbye and leaned over, hitting the end button on the phone.
“Os, man, I had questions for her.”
Osian rolled his eyes. “Send her an email. I wasn’t staying on the phone with the witchy shifter any longer. She is spooky!”
Lux’s phone beeped in his hand. He glanced down to see the email came in already. Osian heard it too and jumped to sit on the couch next to him. “Dude, you do not need to be that close. Read the email on your own phone. You’re breathing heavy in my ear. And that better be your phone in your pocket.”
Osian quietly scooted away and picked up his cell phone off the coffee table. “Sorry, man, but our mate! I got a little excited thinking of the possibilities.”
Lux didn’t want to even think about sex so soon after Osian breathing in his ear. They were close but not that close! He shook his head and opened the email from Gerri Wilder.
Lux,Osian,
Thank you for taking my call. I understand this is unusual. I normallyamacquaintedwithmyclients,butIjustknewwhenImet HarlowQuinn,shewassomeonespecial.
Itonly took a moment for your names to pop into my head as hermates.Harlowisattendingherten-yearhighschoolreunionand she’s not happy about it, honestly. She was a loner and the head bitch gave her a hard time, so she needs to show up looking amazingwithtwoofthehottestdatestheyhaveeverseen.
Yes, Iexpectbothofyou tobethere andbereadytoknockher socksoff.
I’mincludingtheinformationhere foryou. Itrustyou willbeon time and won’t make me regret reaching out to you boys. —Yes, Osian,thatwas foryou— Now, thegirlislonely, so Iexpectyou to showhera“goodtime.”
Alwaysinlove, GerriWilder
Lux stared at the information including date and time, taking in what he read. “Um, was Gerri implying we have sex with our mate right away? I mean, I know the pull is usually overpowering at first, but shouldn’t we give her some time to adjust to two of us? Hell, did Gerri even say if she was a shifter or human?” Osian started scrolling up the email again looking for the answer.
Lux didn’t need to look. He’d memorized all the information already. “No, she didn’t specify. Does it matter to you?” He didn’t care as long as he could call her theirs.
“Nah, not at all. I thought knowing if she was human or shifter, though, would give us an idea of how to approach the whole mate situation. Most humans have either never met one of us or don’t believe we are real.” Osian spoke the truth and it was one Lux hadn’t thought of beforehand.
“I guess we need to be careful and take it step by step until we know more.” Lux sat back against the seat with a smile on his face.
“Harlow.” Osian said her name and glanced at him.
“Yeah, Harlow.”
Both men smiled and relaxed into the couch.
Harlow raced home from the grocery store, tears still streaming down her face. Now she was more stressed out than before. Shit! She needed to contact Gerri and tell her to call it off. There was no way she could date shifters. God. Real shapeshifters? Yeah, that would be her luck. Her family would kill her and that wasn’t a figure of speech.
They hated shifters and made it their life’s work to eradicate them from the planet. Luckily, her family hadn’t done so well so far, but they were a menace and mean. They targeted other humans who worked with shifters, dated them, or even those who were friendly with them. They weren’t completely stupid. They knew they couldn’t overpower any shifter, so they went after those vulnerable.
Harlow would be one of those vulnerable people. Her family didn’t care about her. They only wanted her to lure shifters in so they could trap them, and she refused. So, she left home as soon as she graduated and moved the next town away. It wasn’t far but enough that no one would come looking for her if she became friendly with a shifter.
Harlow pulled out the business card Gerri had given her and stared at it. Paranormal Dating Agency, Owner Gerri Wilder. It had been in front of her and she hadn’t once glanced down to read the card. Hell, she should have just asked more questions instead of just going blindly along.
Seriously, how was Gerri going to find her a date when she didn’t ask one thing about who or what qualities she was looking for in a date?
Determined, Harlow pulled her phone out of her purse and walked into her bedroom, plopping down on the bed, then started typing.
Hello,Gerri.
It’s Harlow. Thank you for your compassion today. It was unexpectedandmuchwelcome.But Ican’t allowyou to set meup on a date. You don’t understand and I’m embarrassed to tell you why. Just suffice it to say I found outyou run a datingagency for shifters,andIcan’t beon a datewithone. I’mverysorry to waste yourtime.
Harlow
She dropped back onto her bed with a groan after hitting send. Shit! She already told Mindy she was coming to the reunion with guests. She couldn’t show up alone or skip it now. That would make her look pathetic and like she lied.
She couldn’t allow that woman to think that about her. Even if she never saw her again, it would bother her the twat thought she was better and chased her away from the reunion. Or worse, caused her to lie about having multiple dates. Dammit. She had to find one person to go with her at least.
She quickly started typing on her phone again.
Gerri! I need a human date to meet me at the reunion. I can’t skip and pretend like I was saving face in my email. I need to be there with a hot HUMAN guy. Can you help me just this once, please? I know you do shifters normally, but I don’t have anyone elsetohelpme.
Harlow hit send and reread what she had written.
She groaned out loud. She couldn’t believe she said, “she knew Gerri didshifters,” then again, the old lady might laugh and not get embarrassed at all. She definitely wasn’t the average grandma. Harlow was still giggling when her phone beeped indicating a new text message.
You are right, my dear . I do shifters. Trust me to send you exactly what you need and all will be well. I took the liberty of makingyouanappointmentatalittleboutiquedownthestreet.And a friend of mine will be coming over the afternoon of the reunion aroundfourp.m.todoyourhairandmakeup. Justconsidermeyour fairygodmother . Laterwe can talkaboutnaminga childafterme as athankyou.
Hugs,Gerri
Harlow sighed and her shoulders dropped a little. She could feel the tension draining away. She wasn’t going to stress about it. Gerri said to trust her, and for some reason, Harlow did. Her phone pinged again, and Harlow glanced down once more.
BeatALady’sMystiquetomorrowatthreep.m.AskforNatalia. She really was her fairy godmother in disguise! Harlow got up to search the internet for a new job. She forgot to ask Gerri about the job she mentioned. She could do that later. She’d already done so much for her; she didn’t want to push for more.
Harlow paced the sidewalk outside A Lady’s Mystique Boutique. The clothes in the window were nicer than anything she had ever owned. She wasn’t sure she was in the right place. She couldn’t afford anything in there, especially without a job.
A bell tinkled and a light and airy voice called out. “Gerri said you might be shy, and I should drag you inside if I saw you outside dawdling.” Harlow spun around and gasped. The woman who called out to her… well, she was stunning. She was a couple inches taller than her own five-foot-five inches, but she was much slimmer.
The woman had just enough curves to make her hourglass figure stand out and her green eyes and fire-red hair were made for a model. Harlow felt dowdy and plain compared to her. Would they even have anything in the store for a shorter, chunkier girl like her?
She had curves, too, but they were just more padded than the statuesque woman who waited for her response. “I’m sorry. You startled me! Yes, I was looking at the stunning clothes in your window. I’m not sure I am in the right place. The clothes don’t look like they would fit me at all. Plus, I can’t afford anything this gorgeous.”
“Are you Harlow?”
She nodded and took a step closer to the woman holding the door. “My name is Natalia, and you are in the right place.” The
woman gestured for Harlow to step inside and she smiled, waiting. Harlow gripped her purse strap in both hands and took a deep breath before walking into the store. She paused just inside and glanced around.
“Gerri gave me an idea of your size, so I picked out some dresses for you to try on. If you will, follow me to the back and the private dressing room I have set up for you.” Natalia lightly rubbed her hand across Harlow’s shoulder then walked off.
Harlow followed behind and realized she was acting like she was sixteen and that insecure girl she once was. It was time to show these women the confident and happy woman she had become.
“Natalia, I’m sorry for my hesitancy. This reunion has thrown me in a tailspin, and I find myself reverting to my younger years. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me on short notice. I look forward to seeing what you have for me.”
Natalia gave her a genuine smile and opened the first dressing room door. “Trust me to find the perfect dress for you. I took the liberty of placing undergarments in the dressing room in a couple different sizes. When you feel sexy, it shows, and the right set of lingerie does that for a woman.”
Harlow stepped into the room and let the door fall shut behind her. Hanging on the hook was the sexiest, sheerest, bra and panties set she had ever seen. Two different sizes and three different colors. Red, black, and beige were her choices, but she didn’t know which to pick until she saw the dresses she was to try on. “Natalia, does it matter which set I choose, color wise?”
Tinkling laughter came through the door and Harlow groaned. Of course, the stunning woman would laugh like a fairy. “No, put one on for now and then you can decide which set matches the dress you pick. Or better yet, take all three home with you.” Natalia knocked on the door and opened it slightly to give her two dresses to start with. “Try them on and come out here.”
Harlow took the dresses and hung them on the back of the door. The first one was a red handkerchief-style dress. It looked fun and flirty, probably would hang nicely off her figure and hide anything she didn’t want seen.
The second was a black cocktail dress, a little flashier than she wanted for this event, but one she would keep in mind for future events. Her mind made up, she undressed and reached for the red bra set and slipped them on. The silk slid up her legs and she shivered at the cool touch. The bra was the perfect fit. It cupped her breasts and made them look ten years younger.
“Well, hello, ladies. I had forgotten you could stand so proud.” She chuckled at herself, but it was amazing what a good bra with support could do for a woman’s breasts. Harlow reached out to slide the red dress off the hanger and eagerly pulled it on. She let it slide down her body and slowly raised her eyes to the mirror in front of her. She gasped and twirled in the dressing room, watching herself in the mirror.
“Harlow, come out, please. I would like to see which you chose to try on first and how it fits.”
Harlow slowly opened the door and stepped out in front of Natalia. “Turn around, please. I want to see it from all sides.” Natalia stared at her and inspected every inch of her body. She could feel her gaze as she turned. When she finally faced her again, Natalia had a huge smile on her face.
“I knew this dress would be perfect on you. It shows off your lovely breasts, dips low enough for just the swell to show. The spaghetti straps allow your gorgeous shoulders and arms to shine. The dress accentuates your body without hiding anything. Perfect, if I do say so myself, and red is your color. You are positively glowing.” Natalia beamed at her and ushered her to the couch. “Now, how do you feel about shoes with heels?”
Harlow laughed. She felt like she was caught up in a whirlwind, but she was excited to see what shoes Natalia brought out for her to try on. “I don’t usually wear high heels, but maybe something with a slight heel so I can be a bit taller. Nothing too big, though. I want to be able to walk without falling on my face.”
Natalia smiled and walked away. It only took a moment for her to come back. In her hands, she held black-strapped open-toed shoes. They had a slight heel and the strap that went around her ankle wore red gems.
They matched the dress perfectly and Harlow was eager to see the combination.
“Allow me to help you slip them on.” Natalia knelt at her feet, and within moments, she was up and waiting for Harlow to look in the mirror.
“Oh, Natalia, you are amazing. I couldn’t have found this outfit myself. It’s stunning.” She turned and hugged the other woman. Left to her own devices, she would have shown up in pants and a nice shirt. Fashion escaped her for some reason.
“I admit you look even better than I expected. Now, go change and I will get everything ready for you.” Harlow had trouble pulling herself away from the mirror. She couldn’t wait to see what she looked like when her hair and makeup were done, too.
“Leave the underwear on and just hand me the dress,” Natalia called and Harlow opened the door, sliding the hangered dress out and then pulling the door closed.
She quickly changed, stuffing her original undergarments in her purse and walked out to find Natalia waiting at the counter with bags in front of her. “Gerri took care of everything. I included a few other items in the bag for you. I hope you don’t mind.” The woman winked at her.
Harlow was speechless. “Thank you. I keep saying that to you, but I really mean it.”
Natalia waved her words away. “Just stop in after your event and let me see pictures of you and your date.”
Harlow smiled and picked up her bag. “That’s a deal.”
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Thank you, baker, for the bread. Every morning you send us rolls. I like to eat bread and milk.
Thank you, too, dear Mother. Every day you do pleasant things. We love you, Mother dear.
Churn! Churn! Churn!
Up and down! Up and down! Take the yellow cream. Put it in the churn.
Churn it and churn it.
Churn it up and down.
This is the way to make butter. Take it out of the churn.
Pat it and pat it.
Pat it this way and that. Roll it and roll it.
Roll it round and round.
B is for butter.
Mark it with B. Here is a roll of butter.
Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop
So I said, “Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?” And was going to the window
To say “How do you do?”
But he shook his little tail,
And far away he flew.
Mary loves her pretty doves. They fly down to her.
See! They are all around her
Mary has some corn for her doves.
“Coo-coo! Coo-coo!
How do you do?” say the doves.
Come, pretty doves! Come.
Here is some corn for you.
Come and eat the corn.
Dear little Cream White, come to me.
I have some corn for you.
“Coo-coo! Coo-coo!” she said.
“I thank you.”
Here are some little friends.
The friends stop and bow.
One little friend says, “How do you do?”
The other little friend says, “How do you do?”
Then all the little friends say, “How do you do?”
I see two little windows of brown.
John looks out of the brown windows.
I see two little windows of blue. Mary looks out of the blue windows.
Can you see the windows?
Have you two little windows?
What are the windows named?
Look out of your windows. Tell me what you see.
Make a bow. Bow to me. Bow to a friend.
The boys may bow. The girls may bow.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, Where are you roving?
Over the sea
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, Whom are you loving?
All that love me.
How I love to see you, Lady Moon! You are big and round and yellow How did you get so high, Lady Moon? You are as high as the hill-top.
When I am asleep, Lady Moon, are you roving over the sea?
In the morning the sun will come. Then you will not be here.
Where do you go, Lady Moon? Whom are you loving?
Good night, Lady Moon! Good night!
Go to the window.
Look out of the window.
Tell me what you see.
Can you see the moon?
Can you see the sun?
Here are one, two, three paper dolls. Helen and I made them.
Helen is my little friend. She has come to see me.
One doll has a blue dress. One doll has a red dress. This one has a yellow dress. Helen likes the blue paper doll. Baby sister likes the red doll. The yellow paper doll is for me.
What a pretty ship, John!
Where did you get it?
Grandpa made it for me. I am going to the water. You may come, too.
We will play it is the sea. Put your doll in the ship. We will send her over the sea.
Oh, no, John! This is my Lady Doll. She can not go over the sea.
I love my Lady Doll. Here is a paper doll. We will put it in the ship. Put your doll in, too, Helen. See! There they go over the sea.
Come, little boy
Come, little girl
Will you come along with me, The farmer’s sheep to see?
With a “Baa! Baa!” here, And a “Baa! Baa!” there. Here a “Baa!” There a “Baa!”
With here and there a “Baa!”
Come, little girl, Come, little boy, Will you come along with me, The farmer’s hens to see?
With a “Cluck! Cluck!” here, And a “Cluck! Cluck!” there
Here a “Cluck!” There a “Cluck!”
With here and there a “Cluck!”
With a “Baa! Baa!” here, And a “Baa! Baa!” there
Here a “Baa!” There a “Baa!”
With here and there a “Baa!”
Come, little girl, Come, little boy, Will you come along with me, The farmer’s pigs to see?
With a “Grunt! Grunt!” here, And a “Grunt! Grunt!” there
Here a “Grunt!” There a “Grunt!”
With here and there a “Grunt!”
With a “Cluck! Cluck!” here, And a “Cluck! Cluck!” there
Here a “Cluck!” There a “Cluck!”
With here and there a “Cluck!”
With a “Baa! Baa!” here, And a “Baa! Baa!” there.
Here a “Baa!” There a “Baa!”
With here and there a “Baa!”
Run! Run! Run!
Run my little pony. Up pony and away!
Go as fast as you can. Hear my little pony.
Clipity-clap! Clipity-clap!
Oh, what fun!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop, my little pony.
It is time for you to eat. Pretty pony, come with me. I will take you to the field. There the grass is sweet and green. Go, my little pony. Go and eat. Pony shook his tail and ran away
John has a chicken house.
He and father made it.
He put some nests in the house.
The nests are big and round.
John has some hens.
One is a big white hen.
Is the big white hen on the nest?
See this good mother hen. She has some little chickens. They are soft and yellow
Chick! Chick! Chick!
See the chickens run to me.
Chickens like to eat corn.
The little chickens say,
“Peep, peep! Peep, peep!”
The mother hen says, “Cluck, cluck! Cluck, cluck!”
I have a little red hen. Grandpa gave it to me.
I made a nest in the chicken house. I put some eggs in the nest. The little red hen is on the nest.
One day it was raining.
The big white hen did not like the rain. She ran into the chicken house.
“Cluck, cluck!” said the big white hen. “Come under my wings, little chickens.”
The big white hen put out her wings. The little chickens ran under them.
The little red hen had some chickens
They did not like the rain. They ran into the chicken house. The little red hen saw the big white hen. “Cluck, cluck!” said the little red hen. “Come with me, little chickens. Come under the big white hen. She will keep us warm and dry.”
“Cluck, cluck!” said the big white hen. “Come under my wings.”
The little hen ran under the big hen.
All the chickens ran under the big white hen.
Do you like the big white hen? Was she not a good mother hen?
Do you like the little red hen?
Was she a good mother hen?
THE LITTLE RED HEN
A little red hen saw some wheat.
“Who will plant this wheat?” she said.
“I will not,” said the rat.
“I will not,” said the cat.
“I will not,” said the pig.
“I will, then,” said the little red hen.
So she planted the wheat.
When the wheat was ripe, she said, “Who will take this wheat to the mill?”
“I will not,” said the rat.
“I will not,” said the cat.
“I will not,” said the pig.
“I will, then,” said the little red hen.
So she took the wheat to the mill.
When the wheat was made into flour, she said, “Who will make this flour into bread?”
“I will not,” said the rat.
“I will not,” said the cat.
“I will not,” said the pig.
“I will, then,” said the little red hen.
So she made the flour into bread.
When the bread was made, she said, “Who will eat this bread?”
“I will,” said the rat.
“I will,” said the cat.
“I will,” said the pig.
“No, you will not,” said the hen. “I am going to eat it myself.”
So the little red hen ate the bread.
Tell me what a cow says.
Tell me what a sheep says.
Tell me what a hen says.
Tell me what a chicken says.
Tell me what a dove says.
Tell me what a pig says.
Tell me what Rover says.
Tell me what Pussy Cat says.
Little Boy Blue, Come blow your horn!
The sheep are in the meadow,
The cows are in the corn
Where’s the little boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He’s under the haystack,
Fast asleep.
How do you do, black sheep?
How do you do, white sheep?
May I see your wool?
I have a pretty dress.
Mother made my dress. She says you gave the wool.
Thank you, black sheep.
Thank you, white sheep.
Thank you for my pretty dress.
Wool is soft and warm.
Some sheep have black wool. Some sheep have white wool.
Wool keeps the sheep warm.
My dress is made of wool.
Baby’s dress is made of wool.
Other things are made of wool.
Can you tell me what they are?
Bread is made of flour.
Other things are made of flour.
Can you tell me what they are?
What can you make of paper?
What can you make of wool?
Have you playthings made of paper?
Have you playthings made of wool?
My playhouse is under a tree.
Father made it for me.
I have two dolls.
One is named Lady Doll.
The other is named Boy Blue.
Lady Doll is in the playhouse. She is asleep in the cradle.
Get up, Lady Doll! Get up!
This is my birthday.
I am going to have a party.
