Free Seducing Sophie by Juliette Jaye Page B

moment in her New York City life. She rushed around, getting folders, filing reports, making copies and learning about business at the investment bank. When the clock struck six, she was finished for the day. Sophie left, took the train home and collapsed onto her couch, rubbing her feet. It had been quite the day. She smiled to herself. So far, it had been fantastic. She loved the city. She loved her studio apartment with the dingy walls on the fifth floor of a five-floor walkup . She loved falling asleep on her mattress on the floor to the sou nds of sirens, cars and people.
    The next day, at her lunch hour, Sophie went to the same cafe as she had the day before. She pretended to herself that it was because the food had been so good, but she knew deep down she simply wanted to see if the man would come back. Once again, she ordered a salad, and this time two coffees. Her work was tough, and she had to admit it was tiring. Twenty minutes after she sat down, he had. This time, Sophie felt a little bit more confident. After all, she’d survived her first day in the Big Apple. She smiled at the man, and he smiled back, sen ding tingles through her veins. She suddenly got shy, blushed, and went back to her salad, trying to hide her red face. This is unlike you, Sophie she thought to herself. What happened to bold Sophie, Sophie that went straight up to that cutie Bobby Ray in fourth grade and planted a kiss on his lips just to see what it would feel like?
    She gathered her confidence after her small pep talk to herself, but o nce again, when she looked up the man had gone .
    Every day for a week Sophie ate at the cafe. Every day the man eventually showed up, and Sophie got bolder and bolder. She didn’t have much experience with men, but she did her best at flirting. Then one day, the man didn’t show up. Sophie felt her heart sink, and tried to convince herself that it was nothing. I’m sure he’ll be back tomorrow, he probably just has something to do at his job. Still, Sophie wasn’t concentrating. As she glanced down the street, she accidentally knocked over her fork and spilt a dressing-covered tomato onto her suit. “Oh shit” Sophie muttered to herself . She knew the cafe had a bathroom, and made her way into the building to wash off the dressing before it stained. What an awful day Sophie thought to herself as she scrubbed off the dressing and stood under the hand dryer, breathing a sigh of relief when the spot dried, leaving no hint as to Sophie’s adventure with the tomato.
    The door behind Sophie opened quietly. A few seconds later, Sophie felt someone behind her. She turned around and took a step back, gasping. What on earth is he doing in the ladies bathroom? Sophie asked herself, looking up at the mysterious stranger with whom she’d flirted for the past week . He ha d shown up after today after all.
    Sophie turned around slowly. She looked up cautiously into the man’s eyes. They were dark, revealing nothing. Sophie knew she should have been worried. This situation was what every mother warned their daughters about. But there was something about him . Something about the man’s proximity, standing only inches from Sophie. He seemed to strong, so powerful with only his presence. So mething inside of Sophie tingled, she could feel her panties getting moist just standing this close to the stranger whose name she didn’t even know, to whom she’d never said a word. This is so unlike me, what am I doing? Suddenly, the man spoke. His voice was deep and low, matching his looks perfectly.
    “Go stand by the sink. Hands on the edge, spread your legs.” He spoke softly, but his voice had an edge to it, a commanding edge, speaking the way one who is used to having their orders followed speaks.
    Sophie was stunned. What the hell did he just ask me to do? She stood where she was in shock, glued to the floor. Suddenly, the man reached back and smacked Sophie’s backside, hard. She let out a small mewl of pain as