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Seduced: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 1
by Eliza Stout
Publis hed by Eliza Stout
Copyright 2013 Eliza Stout. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Seduced: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 1
I was stuck in bumper to bumper morning traffic on my way to work, fumbling with the radio dial and trying to pin my hair up in between the rare moments here and there when the mile long length of vehicles would lurch forward a couple feet. I sighed, switching from some boring talk show on the NPR station to classic country to bland pop and back again, but to be honest I didn't really feel like listening to any of it. There was just too much on my mind. Just a week earlier, my boyfriend Jason and I had broken up, and now it seemed that the only thing filling my life was this crappy office job that I couldn't stand but was currently headed towards nonetheless. If I ever made it there, that was. Someone began laying into their horn a few car lengths back, as if that would magically cause the sea of jammed up cars to part and let them through. Like wolves howling in response to one another in the middle of the night, another horn called out an answer to the first, and soon a third joined in. All I could do was shake my head.
My cell phone began ringing and I reached down into the middle console to grab for it. I glanced down at the screen quickly before answering it to see who it was. It was Lacie, a friend of mine from the office. I tapped the large green answer button at the bottom of the screen and held the phone up to my face.
“Hello?"
"Tara. It's Lacie."
"Yeah. What's up?"
"Where are you? Work started half an hour ago."
"Yeah, I know. Traffic is at a complete standstill right now and unfortunately I'm right in the middle of it."
"Oh, that sucks. Look, Stanton hasn't peaked his head out of his office yet so you're still in the clear, but you might want to hurry. I was getting worried about you."
"Nothing I can do about that. I'll be there wh.... oh, it's moving."
The cars in front of me began to move forward, creating a large gap due to the fact that I hadn't noticed right off the bat. Not wanting to further piss off the people behind me I pushed the gas pedal down and accelerated quickly to close the gap. Unfortunately, the traffic in front of me had only the appearance of beginning to move. No sooner than they had lurched forward a little ways they came to an abrupt stop once again. By the time I saw the red glow of the brake lights in front of me it was too late. I slammed my foot down on the brakes, the tires began to screech, and then the front of my car collided with the backend of the car ahead of me with a loud clunk.
"Shit, Lacie, I've got to go." I threw my phone down onto the passenger seat.
The car I had hit was an expensive looking black Mercedes, polished to an impressive sheen. It looked as new as the day it was driven off the lot... except for the rear bumper that was now slightly collapsed in on itself. The door whipped open and a man in an expensive looking suit slid himself out and shut the door calmly behind him. He had a sharp angular jaw, a gorgeous head of shiny black hair, and deep brown eyes that sat under brows furrowing in anticipation of what he was about to see. As he walked to the back of his car to assess the damage he peeled a black leather driving glove from a large
by Eliza Stout
Publis hed by Eliza Stout
Copyright 2013 Eliza Stout. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Seduced: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 1
I was stuck in bumper to bumper morning traffic on my way to work, fumbling with the radio dial and trying to pin my hair up in between the rare moments here and there when the mile long length of vehicles would lurch forward a couple feet. I sighed, switching from some boring talk show on the NPR station to classic country to bland pop and back again, but to be honest I didn't really feel like listening to any of it. There was just too much on my mind. Just a week earlier, my boyfriend Jason and I had broken up, and now it seemed that the only thing filling my life was this crappy office job that I couldn't stand but was currently headed towards nonetheless. If I ever made it there, that was. Someone began laying into their horn a few car lengths back, as if that would magically cause the sea of jammed up cars to part and let them through. Like wolves howling in response to one another in the middle of the night, another horn called out an answer to the first, and soon a third joined in. All I could do was shake my head.
My cell phone began ringing and I reached down into the middle console to grab for it. I glanced down at the screen quickly before answering it to see who it was. It was Lacie, a friend of mine from the office. I tapped the large green answer button at the bottom of the screen and held the phone up to my face.
“Hello?"
"Tara. It's Lacie."
"Yeah. What's up?"
"Where are you? Work started half an hour ago."
"Yeah, I know. Traffic is at a complete standstill right now and unfortunately I'm right in the middle of it."
"Oh, that sucks. Look, Stanton hasn't peaked his head out of his office yet so you're still in the clear, but you might want to hurry. I was getting worried about you."
"Nothing I can do about that. I'll be there wh.... oh, it's moving."
The cars in front of me began to move forward, creating a large gap due to the fact that I hadn't noticed right off the bat. Not wanting to further piss off the people behind me I pushed the gas pedal down and accelerated quickly to close the gap. Unfortunately, the traffic in front of me had only the appearance of beginning to move. No sooner than they had lurched forward a little ways they came to an abrupt stop once again. By the time I saw the red glow of the brake lights in front of me it was too late. I slammed my foot down on the brakes, the tires began to screech, and then the front of my car collided with the backend of the car ahead of me with a loud clunk.
"Shit, Lacie, I've got to go." I threw my phone down onto the passenger seat.
The car I had hit was an expensive looking black Mercedes, polished to an impressive sheen. It looked as new as the day it was driven off the lot... except for the rear bumper that was now slightly collapsed in on itself. The door whipped open and a man in an expensive looking suit slid himself out and shut the door calmly behind him. He had a sharp angular jaw, a gorgeous head of shiny black hair, and deep brown eyes that sat under brows furrowing in anticipation of what he was about to see. As he walked to the back of his car to assess the damage he peeled a black leather driving glove from a large
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