Some Girls Do by Leanne Banks Read Free Book Online

anger. Ivan was such a jerk Katie rarely felt a drop of sympathy for him, but Wilhemina was different.
    “With the right motivation, a lot of Scotch, and the lights turned out, it won't matter what she looks like.”
    Katie watched the light go completely out in Wilhemina's gaze and felt something inside her snap. She whipped open the door and looked straight into the handsome weak-chinned face of Jason Page. “I'm afraid you overestimate more than your charm and abilities, Mr. Page.” She pulled his glass of champagne from his hand and tossed the contents into his crotch. His eyes rounded and he yelled in shock. He immediately covered his pants with his hands.
    Her heart pounding a mile a minute, Katie caught sight of several curious guests drawing near. “Omigoodness, Jason, it looks like you didn't make it to the bathroom in time,” she said loudly. “And I'm so sorry to hear of that defect with your private part. Incontinence must be embarrassing enough, but one inch—” She made a sound of false sympathy. “How terrible for you. We should go, Wilhemina,” she said, grabbing Wilhemina's arm.
    Katie felt Wilhemina's stare of wonder as she dragged Ivan's daughter down the hall.
    “ Bitch! ” Jason Page called after her.
    Wilhemina gasped as they rounded the corner. “Did you hear what he called you?”
    Torn between fury and shock at her own actions, Katie shook her head. “I've been called worse.”

“ I'm a feminist. I just believe a good push-up bra has done more for me than Congress has. ”
    —S UNNY C OLLINS'S WISDOM
    Chapter 4
    W ilhemina rode home in her father's Mercedes caught between a mixture of misery and awe. With the exception of a Slavic housekeeper her father had briefly employed, she'd never seen a female cut a man to ribbons the way Katie had. It had been a glorious sight to behold. She had wanted to tell Michael Wingate all about it, but Katie had signaled her to keep silent.
    The silence allowed her to mull over all Jason Page and his friend had said about her. The Rasmussen cow. Dog. Jason Page had been so charming, so attentive. He hadn't even seemed to mind the story of her hat. Her stomach rolled and she covered her face. He had just been playing her for a fool. He only wanted her father's money. She would never find a husband at this rate. Although, if she ever trusted someone, she would tell what she really wanted even more than a husband. She wanted a baby. She wanted a child to nurture and to love. A child wouldn't care that she was different, and Wilhemina was convinced that she might not be able to do a lot of things, but she could love and protect a child.
    But she wasn't sure how she could make that happen. Her stomach turned again, and she wished she had thought to swipe a dessert from the Rogers’ table before she'd left.
    She just wasn't cut out for the Philadelphia crowd. For years, people had been trying to wedge her into clothes that didn't fit and into crowds of people that didn't want her. At the best times, she'd felt like a stranger. At the worst times, she'd felt like a failure.
    Tonight, she felt like both.
    Michael drove her father's car past the gate, then held the door for her and Katie to get out of the car. The humidity of an impending storm hung in the air. She felt Michael's curious gaze and would have loved to give him an earful, but Katie still looked angry enough to spit glass.
    “Thank you, Michael,” Wilhemina murmured and allowed Katie to guide her up the steep steps and through the heavy door that bore her father's family crest.
    She stepped inside and Katie led her up the stairs to her room. “I'm sorry you had such an unfortunate experience with Jason Page, but there are many others on my list. I've arranged for you to attend another party on Monday night at—”
    Alarm welled up inside her. “Oh, no. I can't face them again so soon. Not after tonight.”
    Katie paused and met Wilhemina's gaze. “Are you embarrassed because of what I did to