Deceived - Part 1 New York Read Online Free PDF
Author: Eve Carter
My gorgeous Patrick came to my rescue with
perfect timing. His admiration of me made me smile. I had never
learned how to accept a compliment graciously and like an idiot, I
blushed flipping my hair with my free hand in a subconsciously
flirtatious gesture. The Baroness clenched her mouth tighter and
flopped back in her chair with a look of resignation on her face.
However, I didn’t believe for a minute that she had given up and I
could feel the cold between us turning to ice.
The second Gray Goose
Cosmo was almost emptied and I was starting to feel the effects of
the alcohol. A little voice in my head warned, “ You better slow down” , but today I
wasn’t listening. I was suffering from acute alcohol induced
deafness. The pressure of the Baroness’ interrogation strategies
crushed me like a vice grip. Due to my alcoholic stupor, my
temporary deafness was also coupled with blindness-to-reason. I
convinced myself, as most drunks will agree, that inebriation is a
sure fire method to better withstand abusive attacks from conniving
bitches. So, I ordered another drink and added, “Make it a double,
Tony,” reeling back in my chair.
Patrick turned with a wink
and gave me one of his beautiful smiles. Meanwhile the venomous
vixen geared up for her next onslaught.
“ So sweetie, any boyfriend
back in..... where is it you come from again?” the Baroness
chided.
“ Iowa. And no, I don’t have
a boyfriend. I’m absolutely, one hundred percent single”, I said
firmly while shifting my gaze towards Patrick.
“ Oh yes, Iowa. “Cow
country,” right? That’s so wonderful dear,” she said placatingly.
“It really suits you well. I can see so much of that “cowgirl”
shape... well...cowgirl type in you. Were you husky as a child, or
just a tomboy....? Well, never mind. I suppose it doesn’t matter
really, there’s always liposuction. “
My eyes widened with
indignation. Well, at least they tried to widen but my “Bette Davis
eyes” had now turned into “Gray Goose eyes,” reduced to sleepy
little slits, half closed from the effects of the alcohol. Damn Bitch! I struggled to keep the words from leaping out of
my mouth. I wanted to launch a barrage of clever admonishments at
her but instead I just forced a sarcastic smile. Shit! I gotta pee.
My eyes focused on Patrick
with heavy desire as he chatted with the Baroness, parlaying bits
of information back and forth, in between sips of their drinks. I
watched his mouth forming the words and longed for those luscious
lips of his to drive me wild again with delight.
The booze had really kicked
in by now and I felt a little light-headed as I stood up from the
table.
“ Excuse me, I need to go
powder my nose,” I said with as much control as I could muster.
Patrick, being the eternal gentleman that he was, stood up and
acknowledged my exit. I floated away towards the restroom sign in
the corner, distracted by thoughts of Patrick kissing me all over
my body, not caring that the Baroness’ evil glare was following my
every move.
Moments later, I
impatiently turned the lock inside one of the restroom stalls and
was finally able to take a deep breath of relief, being away from
the Baroness’ critical interrogation. I couldn’t help but think
that maybe I was way in over my head here. How will I be able to
compete with this worldly woman? She has everything. She is
undoubtedly extremely sexy, she is beyond stinking-rich and she has
something that Patrick really wants; a big fat contract.
The alcohol made me quite
dizzy so I leaned up against the inside of the stall. With my back
against the wall, I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, still
thinking about Patrick. My pulse quickened, as I remembered the
sensuousness of his skin next to mine, the way it had felt when the
warmth of his lips pressed against my neck. A hot little tingle
erupted in the sweet spot between my thighs. My eyes rolled back in
my head a little and my hand raced down my stomach towards
perfect timing. His admiration of me made me smile. I had never
learned how to accept a compliment graciously and like an idiot, I
blushed flipping my hair with my free hand in a subconsciously
flirtatious gesture. The Baroness clenched her mouth tighter and
flopped back in her chair with a look of resignation on her face.
However, I didn’t believe for a minute that she had given up and I
could feel the cold between us turning to ice.
The second Gray Goose
Cosmo was almost emptied and I was starting to feel the effects of
the alcohol. A little voice in my head warned, “ You better slow down” , but today I
wasn’t listening. I was suffering from acute alcohol induced
deafness. The pressure of the Baroness’ interrogation strategies
crushed me like a vice grip. Due to my alcoholic stupor, my
temporary deafness was also coupled with blindness-to-reason. I
convinced myself, as most drunks will agree, that inebriation is a
sure fire method to better withstand abusive attacks from conniving
bitches. So, I ordered another drink and added, “Make it a double,
Tony,” reeling back in my chair.
Patrick turned with a wink
and gave me one of his beautiful smiles. Meanwhile the venomous
vixen geared up for her next onslaught.
“ So sweetie, any boyfriend
back in..... where is it you come from again?” the Baroness
chided.
“ Iowa. And no, I don’t have
a boyfriend. I’m absolutely, one hundred percent single”, I said
firmly while shifting my gaze towards Patrick.
“ Oh yes, Iowa. “Cow
country,” right? That’s so wonderful dear,” she said placatingly.
“It really suits you well. I can see so much of that “cowgirl”
shape... well...cowgirl type in you. Were you husky as a child, or
just a tomboy....? Well, never mind. I suppose it doesn’t matter
really, there’s always liposuction. “
My eyes widened with
indignation. Well, at least they tried to widen but my “Bette Davis
eyes” had now turned into “Gray Goose eyes,” reduced to sleepy
little slits, half closed from the effects of the alcohol. Damn Bitch! I struggled to keep the words from leaping out of
my mouth. I wanted to launch a barrage of clever admonishments at
her but instead I just forced a sarcastic smile. Shit! I gotta pee.
My eyes focused on Patrick
with heavy desire as he chatted with the Baroness, parlaying bits
of information back and forth, in between sips of their drinks. I
watched his mouth forming the words and longed for those luscious
lips of his to drive me wild again with delight.
The booze had really kicked
in by now and I felt a little light-headed as I stood up from the
table.
“ Excuse me, I need to go
powder my nose,” I said with as much control as I could muster.
Patrick, being the eternal gentleman that he was, stood up and
acknowledged my exit. I floated away towards the restroom sign in
the corner, distracted by thoughts of Patrick kissing me all over
my body, not caring that the Baroness’ evil glare was following my
every move.
Moments later, I
impatiently turned the lock inside one of the restroom stalls and
was finally able to take a deep breath of relief, being away from
the Baroness’ critical interrogation. I couldn’t help but think
that maybe I was way in over my head here. How will I be able to
compete with this worldly woman? She has everything. She is
undoubtedly extremely sexy, she is beyond stinking-rich and she has
something that Patrick really wants; a big fat contract.
The alcohol made me quite
dizzy so I leaned up against the inside of the stall. With my back
against the wall, I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, still
thinking about Patrick. My pulse quickened, as I remembered the
sensuousness of his skin next to mine, the way it had felt when the
warmth of his lips pressed against my neck. A hot little tingle
erupted in the sweet spot between my thighs. My eyes rolled back in
my head a little and my hand raced down my stomach towards