Hypnotic Seduction (The Seduction Series) by Laurie Kellogg, L. L. Kellogg Read Free Book Online

hands shaking, she poured two large glasses of ice water. She dug half a dozen cookies from the canister on the counter, handed them to him with a wad of napkins, and nodded toward the back door. “Go on out. I’ll be right there.”
    The moment Tom left the house, Hannah combed her fingers through her hair, straightened her oversized T-shirt, and picked up their drinks. On her way through the open door, she slammed into Tom who stood there staring at the lawn, his jaw hanging.
    Hannah peered past him to see what held him so enthralled.
    Her mother lay sunbathing on a blanket, wearing only a bikini bottom that could double as a pirate’s eye patch.
    Oh, Lord. When had she shown up?
    “It’s about time you got home.” Candace sat up. Upon noticing Tom, she thrust out her perfect, naked breasts. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your hunky friend?”
    “Would you put something on, already! ”
    Tom’s gaze never wavered from Candace’s chest while his mouth continued gaping.
    “They’re just breasts, Hannah.” Her mother stood and scooped up her miniscule bikini top. “Even you have them. Not that anyone would notice your knockers under those sacks you wear.”
    Candace sauntered up the deck’s steps, tying the thin tricot postage stamps over her swollen nipples, which did practically nothing to hide them. She stared pointedly at the prominent bulge in Tom’s fly. “Besides, I’d bet the check from my next photo shoot your friend’s already seen a lot more a dozen times in Playboy.”
    Mortified, Hannah squeezed her eyes shut. Forgetting she held two full glasses of water, she promptly sloshed them down the front of Tom.
    “Hannah! Watch what you’re doing!” Her mother grabbed the napkins from Tom’s hand and knelt in front of him. While Candace went through the pretense of drying him, the boy’s eyes rolled back. One swipe over his zipper would’ve been bad enough, but she couldn’t quit while Hannah still had a prayer of being able to face the kids at school again.
    Seven or eight strokes later, Tom’s shoulders shuddered and a look of utter humiliation flashed across his face. “Uhh—I gotta go,” he croaked, dropping the cookies on the deck. He turned and broke the high school’s record for the 20-meter dash through the back gate.
    As she finished relating the story, Hannah glanced up at Diana. “And do you know what the bitch said after he left? ‘ Ooops. You weren’t looking to get lucky with him, were you?’”
    “ Ouch .” The compassion in Diana’s eyes encouraged her to continue.
    “I wanted to die later that week when three of Tom’s track buddies asked if I’d tutor them. I’ve never known whether a guy liked me or just wanted a chance to meet Candace.”
    After growing up in the same small town as her mother had, everyone knew about Hannah’s illegitimate roots.
    “All my life, people have compared me to my mother and made snide comments about my figure. But that wasn’t the only thing that made me self-conscious. I developed a lot younger than most girls. By the time I turned thirteen, I already wore a C-cup.”
    Diana’s eyebrows lifted. “I bet that got you lots of unwanted attention.”
    She had no idea. “It didn’t help that the boys were passing my mother’s pictures around school. Every time I got too close....well, you know what adolescent boys are like.”
    She hadn’t been able to walk down a crowded hallway at school without some creep copping a feel.
    “So that’s when you started camouflaging your figure with baggy clothes,” Diana deduced accurately.
    “They stopped paying attention to me after that.”
    “So you think your mother’s prurient lifestyle had something to do with you keeping guys at a distance?”
    “Well, yeeeah .” She didn’t need a psychologist to tell her that.
    “Therefore, you needed to prove you were different.”
    “Maybe.” As a young girl she’d been mortified by her mother’s sexcapades. “I don’t tell