EXCERPT FROM BETRAYED - A romantic suspense novel | Page 18

MORGAN ST. JAMES

FOUR
There is no little enemy. ~Benjamin Franklin
While Tommy went outside for a smoke, Sherry stepped
into the massive living room. She headed toward two gorgeous
young women. The one called Angela wore a sexy, deep green
satin gown molded around her curvaceous figure like a second
skin. An emerald necklace nestled just above a very impressive
cleavage and highlighted her long auburn hair.
She was in deep conversation with a cute blonde named
Sonia who perched upon a plush purple velvet sofa. Tonight
Sherry had no patience for the blonde who always griped
nonstop about her money problems. She cut the perpetual
whiner off in mid-sentence with an acid edge to her voice.
“You’ve got it better than any of us. How come you never do
anything but complain?”
Angela patted the place next to her on the matching
loveseat. “Calm down, honey. You seem nervous. Everything
okay?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You know, I have this
creepy feeling, like something strange is going on. Do you feel
it, too?”
Sherry shrugged off the question and joined the discussion
with one eye on the silver clock atop the marble mantel. Just a
little before seven.
Tommy was still outside, but the gentlemen guests would
start arriving soon. As stupid as it was, they always pretended it
was a social event until each of the ladies took their “date” to
one of the many bedrooms. The strains of Johnny Ray’s “Just
Walkin’ in the Rain,” played softly in the background. No need
to be nervous. Sherry tried to convince herself no one would be
able to see or hear Laurie. Surely Angela couldn’t really know
anything. After all, the girl was tucked away in a third floor
room, all the way on the other side of the mansion.
Sal’s booming baritone rang out. She tensed. The other

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