Confessions of a Teen Nanny 03 - Juicy Secrets Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Victoria. Ashton
in a mirror. And so am I! She frantically tried to calm her hair, raking through it with her fingers. I wanted to embarrass Graydon, but it looks like the only person who is embarrassed is me!
"Uh, Graydon?" Adrienne said as they reached their table. "I'm going to run to the ladies' room to . . . uh . . ."
"Freshen up?" Graydon asked. His trademark smirk returned, but this time it didn't make Adrienne mad. She deserved it.
Keeping her backpack with her, Adrienne made her
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way to the lavish gold-and-crystal-filled restroom. The other women inside stared at her.
"Uzhastnaya," said one woman to another, giggling.
"What did you say?" Adrienne asked, knowing that she was not getting a compliment.
"Dreadful," replied the women's friend. "Such a nice restaurant, and you come looking like . . ."
"I know, I know,"Adrienne said. She studied herself in the mirror. Time for the extreme makeover.
Adrienne opened her backpack. She pulled out makeup, hair gel, and a brush.The first thing she needed to do was tame her unruly frizz. She stuck her head in the sink, wet her hair, then slicked it back, pulling it into a sleek ponytail.
Adrienne evened out her blotchy skin tone with light foundation, then gave herself dramatic eyes in khaki and gold, which brought out the red of her hair and green of her eyes. Natural lip liner and gloss completed the simple look. Adrienne could see the women around her begin- ning to nod in approval.
Adrienne squinted at her reflection. Now the outfit.
The oversized white shirt she'd borrowed from her father's closet was completely shapeless, and her skirt was not a flattering length.What to do?
Suddenly, Adrienne had an idea. She grabbed the stretchy waistband and pulled the jersey skirt up so the
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hem hit above her knees.Then she folded over the top of the skirt to make a wide, flat waistband that lay low on her hips. That works, she decided.
She couldn't just take off the man-tailored shirt, because the tank she was wearing underneath it had birth- day cake stains on it. I know! She unbuttoned the shirt and took the two front corners, wrapped them once around her waist, then tied them on one side. In a final touch, she flicked up the collar. The new style emphasized her small waist and looked as if she had actually put the outfit together on purpose.
"Krasivaya!" exclaimed the women standing at the mirrors. "Beautiful!"
"Thank you!" she said. She picked up a perfume off the counter and gave herself a quick spritz. At least now I don't have to be embarrassed!
Adrienne walked back to the table and, with great pleasure, noticed that many of the men were staring at her appreciatively. And the women weren't shooting her dirty looks anymore.
"Wow," Graydon said, standing and pulling her chair out for her. "You keep a new outfit in that bag?"
"Just tricks," Adrienne replied.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Graydon said as he sat back down.
"Just keeping you on your toes," Adrienne quipped.
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By the time they'd finished their entrees,Adrienne had come to the astounding realization that Graydon wasn't so bad after all.
He was studying international business, had spent his summer sessions in Moscow, and had learned Russian while he was there. Clearly he wasn't the slacker dope Adrienne had assumed he was. He liked the same bands she did, including a few almost no one else had ever heard of; he agreed Cameron was the pits; and he even loved to go to the same funky dive hamburger place near Columbia University that she did.
She studied him over her dessert. Could I have been wrong about him?
"Want to dance?" Graydon asked, as the band struck up a slow Russian song.
Adrienne cocked her head. "Why not?" she said.
They got to the middle of the dance floor, and Graydon took Adrienne in his arms. She braced herself for his usual groping, but
"Uh, Graydon?" Adrienne said as they reached their table. "I'm going to run to the ladies' room to . . . uh . . ."
"Freshen up?" Graydon asked. His trademark smirk returned, but this time it didn't make Adrienne mad. She deserved it.
Keeping her backpack with her, Adrienne made her
40 M O S C O W O N T H E H U D S O N
way to the lavish gold-and-crystal-filled restroom. The other women inside stared at her.
"Uzhastnaya," said one woman to another, giggling.
"What did you say?" Adrienne asked, knowing that she was not getting a compliment.
"Dreadful," replied the women's friend. "Such a nice restaurant, and you come looking like . . ."
"I know, I know,"Adrienne said. She studied herself in the mirror. Time for the extreme makeover.
Adrienne opened her backpack. She pulled out makeup, hair gel, and a brush.The first thing she needed to do was tame her unruly frizz. She stuck her head in the sink, wet her hair, then slicked it back, pulling it into a sleek ponytail.
Adrienne evened out her blotchy skin tone with light foundation, then gave herself dramatic eyes in khaki and gold, which brought out the red of her hair and green of her eyes. Natural lip liner and gloss completed the simple look. Adrienne could see the women around her begin- ning to nod in approval.
Adrienne squinted at her reflection. Now the outfit.
The oversized white shirt she'd borrowed from her father's closet was completely shapeless, and her skirt was not a flattering length.What to do?
Suddenly, Adrienne had an idea. She grabbed the stretchy waistband and pulled the jersey skirt up so the
41 C O N F E S S I O N S O F A T E E N N A N N Y
hem hit above her knees.Then she folded over the top of the skirt to make a wide, flat waistband that lay low on her hips. That works, she decided.
She couldn't just take off the man-tailored shirt, because the tank she was wearing underneath it had birth- day cake stains on it. I know! She unbuttoned the shirt and took the two front corners, wrapped them once around her waist, then tied them on one side. In a final touch, she flicked up the collar. The new style emphasized her small waist and looked as if she had actually put the outfit together on purpose.
"Krasivaya!" exclaimed the women standing at the mirrors. "Beautiful!"
"Thank you!" she said. She picked up a perfume off the counter and gave herself a quick spritz. At least now I don't have to be embarrassed!
Adrienne walked back to the table and, with great pleasure, noticed that many of the men were staring at her appreciatively. And the women weren't shooting her dirty looks anymore.
"Wow," Graydon said, standing and pulling her chair out for her. "You keep a new outfit in that bag?"
"Just tricks," Adrienne replied.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Graydon said as he sat back down.
"Just keeping you on your toes," Adrienne quipped.
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By the time they'd finished their entrees,Adrienne had come to the astounding realization that Graydon wasn't so bad after all.
He was studying international business, had spent his summer sessions in Moscow, and had learned Russian while he was there. Clearly he wasn't the slacker dope Adrienne had assumed he was. He liked the same bands she did, including a few almost no one else had ever heard of; he agreed Cameron was the pits; and he even loved to go to the same funky dive hamburger place near Columbia University that she did.
She studied him over her dessert. Could I have been wrong about him?
"Want to dance?" Graydon asked, as the band struck up a slow Russian song.
Adrienne cocked her head. "Why not?" she said.
They got to the middle of the dance floor, and Graydon took Adrienne in his arms. She braced herself for his usual groping, but
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