The Truth of the Body (Templer Series) Read Online Free
Author: Duka Dakarai
stomping a frustrated foot. “He does not want anything more…..and anyway, it was just one kiss. It probably meant nothing to him!” I curl myself up, hugging my knees.
Drew leans against the door frame of the kitchen. He lets out a deep sigh. “Jake, it looks like you and I are heading out for girly supplies.”
“Girly supplies?” Jake throws him a puzzled look.
“Chocolate!” We all shout out in unison.
***
Aiden beams directly at me as I walk into the unit. I stop, stunned to the spot.
“Hi, Amber. So you are beautiful. It is true” He grins, shyly.
I am glued to the floor. He can see me. He can see me! I shake myself free from my daze and rush towards him. “You can see me. Has your vision fully returned?” I bounce excitedly.
“ It came back while you were away. I wanted to text you but I thought I would surprise you instead. It’s been three days now. But I’m a while away from being discharged so you are still stuck with me.” A cheeky grin spreads across his handsome face.
I hug him tight to me. “Well, I suppose I will have to survive a few more days in your company.”
He holds a hand to his chest, fawning pain. “Oh, now that stung. And I was going to ask you to the Summer Ball.”
“Summer Ball?” I cock my head, puzzled.
“The British Forces Foundation Summer Ball. It is a grand affair at the Dorchester Hotel, dinner and champagne and dancing.”
“And I’m afraid you are not well enough yet to go, young man. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.” Alison’s kindly tone enters the unit. We both spin around in her direction. Major Grant is stood beside her.
“That’s a shame, Aiden. Maybe we can do something else on that night . I could visit and we could have a meal in the canteen or something. I will even get dressed up.” I breathe out each word purposefully, avoiding any eye contact with Logan.
“Actually, Amber. That is what I came to see you about. We are all booked on the Major’s table. You, me and the rest of the medical team here on the unit. It is a tradition since the unit opened. I thought I had said but you know me. My mind is a bit like my desk. Too much going on!” Alison shrugs an apology.
Aiden clasps my hand. “Looks like someone else will see your fancy dress….and get to dance with you, Amber.”
“Yes. Maybe.” I squeeze his hand back, making a start with pulling out the Art supplies.
Chapter Six
The British Forces Foundation Ball, Dorchester Hotel, London
Jonny, Mia’s close friend and stylist, is scowling at me. He rakes a hand through his hair, throwing himself into one of the burgundy semi-circular chairs in my hotel suite in a tantrum. “Will you stop pacing or all my efforts will be ruined!” He squeals, his frustration rising by the minute.
I re-trace my previous steps before grinding to a stop in front of him. I shake my head feeling another stray hair come away from my fashionable undone chignon. I am wearing the plunge front Issa jersey silk gown in the rich indigo hue with Givenchy suede sandals in black with matching black Marni clutch. I take one last look at myself in the full length mirror, twirl, and smile nervously at Jonny. “I can’t help it. I feel like a teenager going to the Prom.” I bite my lower lip just to emphasise my point.
“It’s 7.45. No time to back out now, pretty girl.” Jonny ushers me towards the door of my suite, The Harlequin, a roof top penthouse within the Dorchester Hotel. The suite, the dress and even Jonny are all ‘a treat’ from Mia and Tilly.
As I enter the lobby leading into the formal ballroom, I am handed a glass of champagne, my name is taken, before I am escorted through to my table. There are nine of us to be seated with the Major. As I approach the table, the Major stands formally to greet me. He brushes his fingertips softly on the bare skin of my lower back as he guides me into the seat opposite his. The slightest of touches has already
Drew leans against the door frame of the kitchen. He lets out a deep sigh. “Jake, it looks like you and I are heading out for girly supplies.”
“Girly supplies?” Jake throws him a puzzled look.
“Chocolate!” We all shout out in unison.
***
Aiden beams directly at me as I walk into the unit. I stop, stunned to the spot.
“Hi, Amber. So you are beautiful. It is true” He grins, shyly.
I am glued to the floor. He can see me. He can see me! I shake myself free from my daze and rush towards him. “You can see me. Has your vision fully returned?” I bounce excitedly.
“ It came back while you were away. I wanted to text you but I thought I would surprise you instead. It’s been three days now. But I’m a while away from being discharged so you are still stuck with me.” A cheeky grin spreads across his handsome face.
I hug him tight to me. “Well, I suppose I will have to survive a few more days in your company.”
He holds a hand to his chest, fawning pain. “Oh, now that stung. And I was going to ask you to the Summer Ball.”
“Summer Ball?” I cock my head, puzzled.
“The British Forces Foundation Summer Ball. It is a grand affair at the Dorchester Hotel, dinner and champagne and dancing.”
“And I’m afraid you are not well enough yet to go, young man. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.” Alison’s kindly tone enters the unit. We both spin around in her direction. Major Grant is stood beside her.
“That’s a shame, Aiden. Maybe we can do something else on that night . I could visit and we could have a meal in the canteen or something. I will even get dressed up.” I breathe out each word purposefully, avoiding any eye contact with Logan.
“Actually, Amber. That is what I came to see you about. We are all booked on the Major’s table. You, me and the rest of the medical team here on the unit. It is a tradition since the unit opened. I thought I had said but you know me. My mind is a bit like my desk. Too much going on!” Alison shrugs an apology.
Aiden clasps my hand. “Looks like someone else will see your fancy dress….and get to dance with you, Amber.”
“Yes. Maybe.” I squeeze his hand back, making a start with pulling out the Art supplies.
Chapter Six
The British Forces Foundation Ball, Dorchester Hotel, London
Jonny, Mia’s close friend and stylist, is scowling at me. He rakes a hand through his hair, throwing himself into one of the burgundy semi-circular chairs in my hotel suite in a tantrum. “Will you stop pacing or all my efforts will be ruined!” He squeals, his frustration rising by the minute.
I re-trace my previous steps before grinding to a stop in front of him. I shake my head feeling another stray hair come away from my fashionable undone chignon. I am wearing the plunge front Issa jersey silk gown in the rich indigo hue with Givenchy suede sandals in black with matching black Marni clutch. I take one last look at myself in the full length mirror, twirl, and smile nervously at Jonny. “I can’t help it. I feel like a teenager going to the Prom.” I bite my lower lip just to emphasise my point.
“It’s 7.45. No time to back out now, pretty girl.” Jonny ushers me towards the door of my suite, The Harlequin, a roof top penthouse within the Dorchester Hotel. The suite, the dress and even Jonny are all ‘a treat’ from Mia and Tilly.
As I enter the lobby leading into the formal ballroom, I am handed a glass of champagne, my name is taken, before I am escorted through to my table. There are nine of us to be seated with the Major. As I approach the table, the Major stands formally to greet me. He brushes his fingertips softly on the bare skin of my lower back as he guides me into the seat opposite his. The slightest of touches has already
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