Read Online Without You I Have Nothing by J A Scooter - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: J A Scooter
Ads: Link
concentrated on adjusting her seating position. “You’ll have to direct
me. I don’t know Sydney at all. Where are we going?” Behind the wheel,
negotiating the traffic and red lights, Jennifer was friendly and relaxed. She
was not the least nervous when Peter declined to tell her.
“You’ll find out -
all in good time. I have an innocent little interest that I would dearly love
to share with you.”
To save further
questions Peter changed the subject. “Are you enjoying driving this little
beastie? I think it suits you. A dealer friend lent me this demo for you to
try out. I did promise you’d be calling on him soon. Hope I'm not too pushy. Really,
I am only trying to be helpful.” The words tumbled out.
Jennifer said
nothing, her mind in a spin. ‘Is this man trying to control me?’
Suddenly, she no longer
cared as her feet danced a light tattoo over the controls and the car rocketed
ahead. “Well, at least I know we're not off to the trots or the casino to spend
the night gambling but after you spoke of your love of ballet, opera and
symphonies. I can’t guess where we're going. You really are a deep one.”
Following Peter’s
directions carefully, Jennifer lapsed into silence as she concentrated on her
driving.
At last, Peter
indicated that she should pull into the car park of a suburban Town Hall where
she parked the car with the thirty others. Perplexed, Jennifer could see no
reason to be there.
“Come and meet
everybody.” Peter led Jennifer by the hand, her touch scorching his skin.
Off he marched,
leading Jennifer into the large, dimly lit building. Down darkened corridors,
they strolled until they entered a huge auditorium and made their way onto the
stage where the local dramatic society had gathered for the final casting
rehearsal of the latest production - a melodrama.
Introductions
concluded, Jennifer and Peter sat together and listened to the members
auditioning for parts. Jennifer leant close and whispered, “Why didn’t you warn
me? All day I’ve been worrying what mischief you had planned.”
“Hope you don’t
mind.” Peter was worried but his voice was no whisper and the director’s grunt
cut across Peter’s conversation.
“Peter, will you stop
whispering sweet nothings into that poor girl’s ear and read the part of the
villain.”
Blushing furiously,
Peter stood and began reading. This was the part he obviously wanted and he
threw everything into the words, twirling an imaginary moustache, waving the
mortgage on high and enjoying himself immensely unaware of the laughter about
him.
“Stop! Stop, for
heaven’s sake, stop! Jennifer, would you read the heroine’s part, please?”
Studying her carefully, the director grinned, adding, “I know you're a visitor
but I think we’ll need someone to tame Peter and you have the look of the
demure young heroine - the lion tamer - I need.”
“I’d love to,
although I haven’t had much experience since leaving University.”
Jennifer entered into
the spirit of the play and Peter’s mind could see her bent back in his arms as,
waving the mortgage above her head, he uttered the infamous words, “Come! A
kiss to seal the bargain.”
Later, the reading
completed and both of them with scripts in their hands, they left.
Peter was ecstatic. Jennifer
was to be the heroine and he was to be the villain. He did not care what
experience Jennifer had on the stage. As he drove all he could think of was the
perfect excuse he had to monopolize her time at least twice a week and perhaps
they would need extra rehearsals at kissing.
“Now let’s eat.”
Peter had made up his mind.
Jennifer had a dreamy
quality in her voice. She turned to stare at Peter who wished he could stare
back into her eyes but the traffic was too dense. “You really are a devious
character, Peter. You wouldn’t tell me where you were taking me and yet you
dragged me off to one of the delights of my life. Are you a mind
me. I don’t know Sydney at all. Where are we going?” Behind the wheel,
negotiating the traffic and red lights, Jennifer was friendly and relaxed. She
was not the least nervous when Peter declined to tell her.
“You’ll find out -
all in good time. I have an innocent little interest that I would dearly love
to share with you.”
To save further
questions Peter changed the subject. “Are you enjoying driving this little
beastie? I think it suits you. A dealer friend lent me this demo for you to
try out. I did promise you’d be calling on him soon. Hope I'm not too pushy. Really,
I am only trying to be helpful.” The words tumbled out.
Jennifer said
nothing, her mind in a spin. ‘Is this man trying to control me?’
Suddenly, she no longer
cared as her feet danced a light tattoo over the controls and the car rocketed
ahead. “Well, at least I know we're not off to the trots or the casino to spend
the night gambling but after you spoke of your love of ballet, opera and
symphonies. I can’t guess where we're going. You really are a deep one.”
Following Peter’s
directions carefully, Jennifer lapsed into silence as she concentrated on her
driving.
At last, Peter
indicated that she should pull into the car park of a suburban Town Hall where
she parked the car with the thirty others. Perplexed, Jennifer could see no
reason to be there.
“Come and meet
everybody.” Peter led Jennifer by the hand, her touch scorching his skin.
Off he marched,
leading Jennifer into the large, dimly lit building. Down darkened corridors,
they strolled until they entered a huge auditorium and made their way onto the
stage where the local dramatic society had gathered for the final casting
rehearsal of the latest production - a melodrama.
Introductions
concluded, Jennifer and Peter sat together and listened to the members
auditioning for parts. Jennifer leant close and whispered, “Why didn’t you warn
me? All day I’ve been worrying what mischief you had planned.”
“Hope you don’t
mind.” Peter was worried but his voice was no whisper and the director’s grunt
cut across Peter’s conversation.
“Peter, will you stop
whispering sweet nothings into that poor girl’s ear and read the part of the
villain.”
Blushing furiously,
Peter stood and began reading. This was the part he obviously wanted and he
threw everything into the words, twirling an imaginary moustache, waving the
mortgage on high and enjoying himself immensely unaware of the laughter about
him.
“Stop! Stop, for
heaven’s sake, stop! Jennifer, would you read the heroine’s part, please?”
Studying her carefully, the director grinned, adding, “I know you're a visitor
but I think we’ll need someone to tame Peter and you have the look of the
demure young heroine - the lion tamer - I need.”
“I’d love to,
although I haven’t had much experience since leaving University.”
Jennifer entered into
the spirit of the play and Peter’s mind could see her bent back in his arms as,
waving the mortgage above her head, he uttered the infamous words, “Come! A
kiss to seal the bargain.”
Later, the reading
completed and both of them with scripts in their hands, they left.
Peter was ecstatic. Jennifer
was to be the heroine and he was to be the villain. He did not care what
experience Jennifer had on the stage. As he drove all he could think of was the
perfect excuse he had to monopolize her time at least twice a week and perhaps
they would need extra rehearsals at kissing.
“Now let’s eat.”
Peter had made up his mind.
Jennifer had a dreamy
quality in her voice. She turned to stare at Peter who wished he could stare
back into her eyes but the traffic was too dense. “You really are a devious
character, Peter. You wouldn’t tell me where you were taking me and yet you
dragged me off to one of the delights of my life. Are you a mind
Similar Books
