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Authors: Francine Pascal
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danced with amusement. "You should have fun auditioning in any case."
"Well, actually"--Jessica shifted to close any remaining gap that lay between them, bringing her head to rest cozily on his shoulder--"I do have someone in mind, but I'm not sure he's interested."
"Impossible!" He pretended to be shocked. "How could anyone resist you, little Jessica?"
Jessica pouted: "I'm not so little."
"So I'm beginning to see."
No you don't see! she raged inwardly. None of her strategies were working. She'd tried the subtle approach. Zero. She'd tried the friendly, interested approach. Ditto. Today, when they
were on top of the Empire State Building, she'd clung to him, pretending to be deathly afraid of heights. He'd simply patted her hand and led her back to the elevator as if she'd been a child. Talk about humiliation!
It was getting dark and chilly. The ride didn't seem that much fun anymore. Actually, she was starting to feel a little sick to her stomach. Why was Pete torturing her this way?
By the time they arrived back at the Devlins' apartment, Jessica was on the verge of tears. She didn't care what she looked like anymore. She didn't even care how she acted. He was treating her as if she were invisible anyway, so what difference did it make?
Pete rode up with her in the elevator--she assumed it was because he wanted to see the Devlins. But no one was home when they got there. It figured. Jessica had spent the better part of her vacation alone in this apartment, after the disaster at Evelyn's. One exception was the dinner party Mrs. Devlin had given supposedly in Jessica's honor. The only other teenager was a dorky thirteen-year-old girl named Martha who wouldn't talk about anything but her horse and the summer she'd spent at a camp for overweight kids. The rest of the people acted as if Jessica hardly existed. Where
were all the rich, exciting men who were supposed to be falling all over her? Certainly Pete wasn't one of them!
"Do you want a drink?" Pete now asked. "I'm having one."
"I don't think Mrs. Devlin--"
"Oh, Felicia won't mind. I know where she keeps the key to the liquor cabinet."
Jessica shrugged. What did it matter at this point? She didn't protest when he handed her a glass of brandy. She took a gulp, nearly choking as the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat. When Pete switched off the lights a few minutes later, she hardly noticed.
Suddenly he was beside her in the darkness. His breath was hot against her face. Then he was kissing her! He was actually kissing her! Jessica could barely believe that she wasn't dreaming. She responded eagerly at first, but it quickly became apparent that Pete had much more in mind than kissing.
What was going on? Nothing could have prepared her for the way he was acting after all the indifference he'd shown her up until now. He'd always been so cool, so controlled, so remote. Now he was acting out of control. His mouth was pressed against hers with an insistence that was frightening. One hand was sliding up over
her knee while the other inched up past her rib cage with equal determination. Jessica began to feel panicky.
She twisted away. "No!"
He wouldn't listen. Pressing her back on the couch, his arms tightened around her while his mouth moved down over her throat. She struggled to sit up but found she couldn't move. She was firmly pinned beneath him.
"Pete!" she gasped. "Stop it this minute! I mean it!"
Pete only squeezed more tightly. "You're getting what you asked for, Jessica. Don't tell me this isn't what you wanted. You've been practically begging for it since the day I met you."
"I--I---I don't know what you're talking about!" Jessica sputtered in outrage. Though they were both fully clothed, she somehow felt as though she were being stripped bare.
"I think you know very well what I'm talking about, not-so-little Jessica."
She felt as if she were being crushed. She could hardly breathe. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't get enough air into
"Well, actually"--Jessica shifted to close any remaining gap that lay between them, bringing her head to rest cozily on his shoulder--"I do have someone in mind, but I'm not sure he's interested."
"Impossible!" He pretended to be shocked. "How could anyone resist you, little Jessica?"
Jessica pouted: "I'm not so little."
"So I'm beginning to see."
No you don't see! she raged inwardly. None of her strategies were working. She'd tried the subtle approach. Zero. She'd tried the friendly, interested approach. Ditto. Today, when they
were on top of the Empire State Building, she'd clung to him, pretending to be deathly afraid of heights. He'd simply patted her hand and led her back to the elevator as if she'd been a child. Talk about humiliation!
It was getting dark and chilly. The ride didn't seem that much fun anymore. Actually, she was starting to feel a little sick to her stomach. Why was Pete torturing her this way?
By the time they arrived back at the Devlins' apartment, Jessica was on the verge of tears. She didn't care what she looked like anymore. She didn't even care how she acted. He was treating her as if she were invisible anyway, so what difference did it make?
Pete rode up with her in the elevator--she assumed it was because he wanted to see the Devlins. But no one was home when they got there. It figured. Jessica had spent the better part of her vacation alone in this apartment, after the disaster at Evelyn's. One exception was the dinner party Mrs. Devlin had given supposedly in Jessica's honor. The only other teenager was a dorky thirteen-year-old girl named Martha who wouldn't talk about anything but her horse and the summer she'd spent at a camp for overweight kids. The rest of the people acted as if Jessica hardly existed. Where
were all the rich, exciting men who were supposed to be falling all over her? Certainly Pete wasn't one of them!
"Do you want a drink?" Pete now asked. "I'm having one."
"I don't think Mrs. Devlin--"
"Oh, Felicia won't mind. I know where she keeps the key to the liquor cabinet."
Jessica shrugged. What did it matter at this point? She didn't protest when he handed her a glass of brandy. She took a gulp, nearly choking as the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat. When Pete switched off the lights a few minutes later, she hardly noticed.
Suddenly he was beside her in the darkness. His breath was hot against her face. Then he was kissing her! He was actually kissing her! Jessica could barely believe that she wasn't dreaming. She responded eagerly at first, but it quickly became apparent that Pete had much more in mind than kissing.
What was going on? Nothing could have prepared her for the way he was acting after all the indifference he'd shown her up until now. He'd always been so cool, so controlled, so remote. Now he was acting out of control. His mouth was pressed against hers with an insistence that was frightening. One hand was sliding up over
her knee while the other inched up past her rib cage with equal determination. Jessica began to feel panicky.
She twisted away. "No!"
He wouldn't listen. Pressing her back on the couch, his arms tightened around her while his mouth moved down over her throat. She struggled to sit up but found she couldn't move. She was firmly pinned beneath him.
"Pete!" she gasped. "Stop it this minute! I mean it!"
Pete only squeezed more tightly. "You're getting what you asked for, Jessica. Don't tell me this isn't what you wanted. You've been practically begging for it since the day I met you."
"I--I---I don't know what you're talking about!" Jessica sputtered in outrage. Though they were both fully clothed, she somehow felt as though she were being stripped bare.
"I think you know very well what I'm talking about, not-so-little Jessica."
She felt as if she were being crushed. She could hardly breathe. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't get enough air into
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