It Started With A House: Lizzie. Book 1 (The Westport Mysteries) by Beth Prentice Read Free Book Online Page B

Scott said, in way of explanation.
    All eyes turned
to me. I felt the sweat run down my neck and between my breasts. Rodney’s eyes
followed it.
    “Yes. That’s
right. I feel the cold very easily.” I picked up my glass of water and downed
it, hoping it would extinguish the internal inferno I was experiencing. “Maybe
you will all excuse me for a moment,” I said, standing to make a fast escape to
the ladies room.
    Inside, I
stripped off the jacket and used the paper towel to mop my armpits and
cleavage. It was quite a bit cooler in here and I wondered how long I could
stay here before Scott noticed I was missing. Sitting down on the chair
provided, I slipped off my shoes and rubbed my heels, wondering how much longer
we would be here. I wanted to rip this dress off and never have to wear it
again. Grabbing the bodice around the bust line, I wiggled and tugged until it
was up where it should be, exposing only slightly less flesh than before. I
really wanted to go into the toilet cubicle and undo the zipper for five
minutes and allow myself to breathe, but I was afraid if I undid it, I would
never get it back up. I sat back and rested my head against the back of the
chair. Taking a few breaths, I enjoyed a few moments of relaxation, knowing
only too soon I would have to put the jacket back on and walk back out to
leering Rodney, where I would have to smile and pretend I was enjoying it. I
let out a small sigh. My moments of peace and quiet were over all too soon
though. Just as I was contemplating putting my shoes back on, the door opened
and in walked three ladies, obviously all friends.
    “Did you see
the way he was looking at you?” one of them said to the group.
    “Yes. What a
creep,” replied the woman who’d been looked at. I wondered if they were talking
about Rodney.
    “He was trying
to look in here when we walked in. Should we report him to management?” asked
the third friend.
    “Yeah, well he
was standing outside the door to the ladies toilets. Maybe he was waiting for
someone.” They all turned and looked at me. I watched as they looked me up and
down, taking in my ample chest and the amount of thigh I was showing from the
very long split up the dress. Judging by the looks I was getting, they probably
thought Scott was right. I looked like a hooker. I let out another sigh and
leaned forward to put my shoes on. Grabbing my jacket, I flung it on as I
stomped towards the door, listening to the whispers that followed.
    I took as deep a
breath as possible before opening the door and prepared the speech I was going
to give Rodney about how I have a lovely boyfriend and wasn’t interested in
him.
    However, once
outside the door, the only person I could see was a tall, bald-headed man who
looked to be in his forties. He turned away from me when our eyes met;
obviously embarrassed he was caught hanging around outside the ladies. Maybe
the women should report him to management.

 
    Chapter Six

 
    By
the time dinner was over and we were saying our goodbyes, I had consumed quite
a bit of wine. This felt like the best way to get through the rest of the
evening. I should probably let you know I’m not much of a drinker, so it didn’t
take much for me to be quite intoxicated. Add to that my lack of oxygen and I
was holding onto Scott’s arm in an attempt to stay focused and upright. Lucky
for me the evening was a success and Scott was in a very good mood. He even
seemed supportive when Rodney slid his hand across my bottom whilst leaning in
for a friendly goodbye kiss on the cheek.
    I chose to
ignore the irritability I felt at this and focused on staying happy. I was
hoping later this evening I might even get lucky—if you know what I mean.
I have to admit that with all the pheromones Riley put out, I was feeling just
a little bit amorous. So, as you can see, I needed Scott to remain in his good
mood.
    Allowing the
valet to open the door to Scott’s beautiful black Mercedes C63 AMG, I slid onto
the