Write One Page Per Day – 272/365 – September 29, 2018

Kidnapping & Cocktails

Gwen had hold of my arm as we mingled with the other partygoers. It was a fancy affair that required me to buy a new dress, shoes, and even get my hair done.

“Excuse me,” a man said wearing a white tuxedo with black trim, “I don’t believe we’ve met yet. My name is Geoffrey Jenkinson, welcome to my home.”

“It’s our pleasure to meet you, Geoffrey,” I said, curtseying in response with Gwen. “This is a lovely party in a truly magnificent house. I’m Henrietta, and this is my sister Gwen.”

His eyes were locked on Gwen’s cleavage.

“I hate to be that guy, but how did you get an invitation? I personally made sure to check the guest list and keep it exceptionally short,” he said.

“Gwen works very closely with Lyle Goodno,” I said, winking, “She brought me along because I insisted. I heard there was a very handsome bachelor throwing the party and I was hoping to get to know him better. I have finer taste than a common girl.”

“Yes, well, it certainly is a pleasure to meet the pair of you,” he said looking to the empty glass in my hand, “could I possibly get you a drink?”

“I would love that,” I said, “I often drink too much and make terrible mistakes-oops, I’m sorry, I think I may be feeling a bit warm already. Is there somewhere I could get fresh air?”

“No one is on the balcony at the moment, if you’d like to step out there,” he suggested, motioning for the french doors.

“That would be wonderful,” I said, “would you mind escorting me, Gwen?”

“I’ve got to use the powder-room, actually,” Gwen said. “Would you mind terribly, Geoffrey?”

“Not at all,” he said grinning as he took my arm, “I’ll get a fresh bottle of champagne while we wait for you.”

Gwen disappeared in the crowd as he led me through the doors, closing them behind him. The wind had a slight chill riding on the back of it, sending shivers up my spine.

“Are you cold?” Geoffrey asked, removing his jacket.

“A bit,” I said as he wrapped the coat around my shoulders.

“Thank you,” I said, looking up at him.

I could smell the scotch on his breath, he had been drinking all night and now was my chance. I moved in to kiss him. His eyes closed just as our lips met.

I spun quickly, grabbing him firmly in my hands as I threw him into the banister. His legs came up and nearly kicked me as he went over the side falling with barely a sound onto the pad that Gwen had set up.

I jumped over and joined him at the bottom where Gwen was already gagging and tying him up.

“The way you flirt is shameful,” she said shaking her head.

“We got him though,” I said with a grin, “now on to Japan.”

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