Anyone but Him [antikvár]

Chapter 1 The Four Seasons: No 3 in F Major (Autumn) - Vivaldi Andie Corcoran walked out of the bedroom, shook her burnished copper hair back from her face and cleared her throat. 'OK,' she said. 'Not that I want to sound like a walking chché or anything, but - does my bum look big in this.>' She turned slowly so that Tom could see the back view of the figure-hugging electric-blue dress she was wearing. He whistled slowly as she turned. 'Yes,' he said. 'Yes!' She whirled around and her eyes, soft: grey with httie flecks of the brightest green, stared at him in horror. 'Yes!.^' He laughed. 'Oh, come on, Andie. Of course your bum doesn't look big in it. You have a lovely bum. Neat but kind of voluptuous. And you look amazing. Stunning, even. It's so - so unlike you. And it's enough to make me want to rip that dress off you straight away.' She tried to glare at him but couldn't quite keep the twinkle out of her eyes. 'Well you can't. Not yet. Just wait here a minute.' She disappeared back into the bedroom and reappeared a moment later, this time wearing a