Forget Me Not 1: DECEIVED Read Online Free PDF Page B

boys while I had the chance, and it’d have given me some kind of practice in the seduction field. It would be naïve of me to expect to become a high class whore from basically nothing. Loraine has a right to know what kind of person she’s hiring for the job she has in mind. It’ll be only fair for me to come clean about my almost nonexistent experience in terms of sex and men.
    I can practically see her enthusiasm diminishing the second she finds out I’m not qualified to be a whore to her husband. Never in a million years would I have thought lack of knowledge of male anatomy, or the penis to be specific, would cause me to lose a chance at a dignified life.
    Now I feel guilty for spending a whopping six dollars just for lunch. With that money, I could have bought enough for two meals and still have money left over for the laundry. Tears sting my eyes at the thought of feeling so guilty over spending a few dollars on a hamburger. People throw away food that costs dozens of dollars; why do I feel like I’m the only one struggling in the whole wide world?
    If seducing a man is all I have to do to leave my crappy life behind, I should do it without over-thinking it to death. Kenneth had, indeed, gazed at me with a different look from the usual ones I get from other customers. Even his wife noticed it. And I shouldn’t care about getting him to cheat in the least. If his wife is okay with it, who am I to judge the appropriateness of the situation?
    Instead of doubting myself, I should grab this once-in-a-life-time, game-changer opportunity with both hands and do whatever it takes to deliver the desired result.
    With renewed confidence, I print out the webpages about seduction advice and call Loraine to let her know I’m up for whatever she has in mind, be it tending her kids or her husband’s penis.

CH 6
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    “We’ll have to get you a whole new wardrobe.” Loraine’s professionally shaped, thin eyebrows pull together on her makeup-free face to accentuate the subtle disgust on her pursed lips as she assesses my clothes. “With these clothes, you couldn’t seduce a sex-crazed guy from a cheap bar, much less my husband. Kenneth has an impeccable taste when it comes to style, and yours is just...” An apologetic smile is all she can give me to prepare me for her appraisal. “…Just cheap.”
    She’s absolutely correct. Cheap are my clothes. Cheap is me, my entire life. The will to change that is exactly why I’m here and ready to take her up on her temporary job offer as the potential seducer of her husband. That’s why I don’t and won’t mind the long and torturous ride from my home to the mansion where she lives in North Hollywood so early in the morning. Three busses and two miles of walking, to be exact. She and I live in different worlds. Literally.
    “I can’t afford to buy anything new with my budget,” I say, feeling uncomfortable at having to stand while she’s comfortably settled on a leather couch, sipping coffee from an expensive-looking porcelain cup. Of course, the living room is larger than the studio apartment I share with Monika in Korea Town and decorated with luxurious furniture, worth more, I’d bet, than the total income I’ll get from my nanny job. The fact that there must be at least ten more rooms the size of the living room or bigger for the whole family of only four just boggles my mind.
    “That’s not an issue at all.” She waves her hand in the air, drawing my attention back to her. “I’ll give you my credit card and the names of the shops I want you to visit. You can shop to your heart’s content, but when picking a piece of clothing, always have your mission in mind.”
    “Of course, ma’am.” I nod in compliance and glimpse at my watch. It’s only seven o’clock. It was a miracle that I could get out of my warm bed at four o’clock to get here in time for the appointment with her.
    “That doesn’t mean you should buy clothes made for whores,” she