Betrayed Chapter 9

He nodded disappointedly.

"Actually, I do, too," he agreed. "Our promotions people have me doing a publicity appearance at the fag pageant over at the Hilton. I'm gonna be appearing with some models at a fashion show. I know one of them. God, I hope the rest aren't all dogs...."

My face lit up.

"Woof, woof," I barked playfully.

He gaped at me, astonished.

"You're kidding," he gasped. "You?"

I nodded, smiling. Just then, I caught sight of Angie, chatting with a group on the other side of the room. I extended an exquisitely-manicured index finger in her direction.

"And my friend there, too," I purred. "We're kind of a matched set."

"Jesus," he whispered hoarsely. "I think I've died and gone to Heaven. I have some other, more personal business to wrap up there next weekend. I thought that was gonna be the highlight of my week, month, and year. Now, with you and your friend there...."

His voice trailed off. He stopped and spun me around.

"We will get together then, right?"

At that instant, I looked over his shoulder and spotted Susan coming up behind him at full steam. I couldn't resist. I leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I purred.

Susan slipped her arm into his as smoothly as silk. Her smile was bright, but her eyes were cold as ice.

"Thank you for keeping my boyfriend company while I was busy," she intoned with veiled menace.

I glanced up at his blushing face with a twinkle in my eyes.

"My pleasure," I smirked, turning to walk away. My hips and tush undulated as though on rails.

"Will we be seeing you later, Miss...?" she called out behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and winked.

"Lisa," I giggled. "Lisa Layne. I'm certain you will."

She was glaring at Jeff with a look that could only mean one thing: Wait 'til I get you home.