Innocent in New York Read Online Free
Author: Victoria Sterling
miserable for you!"
"I'll be long gone before that happens." Agnes was a badass. She could be sweet as a kitten one moment, and in the next have her claws out if you crossed her.
"I'm going with you."
" No ." She stalled, grabbing Sophia's shoulders. "You're going to stay here and seduce that hot billionaire."
"I'm not leaving you."
"That's right," she smiled, "I'm leaving you . Charm his ass off. He adores you already so there shouldn't be much trouble."
About to argue, Agnes grasped her shoulders and shook her once. "I just slapped -punched someone, Soph! Really hard! I did that for you and you're going to stay here and have the best night there is." Her voice was so severe that Sophia couldn't find the words to fight with her.
"There." Agnes smiled and brushed a wave of hair over her shoulder, regaining composure. "Sensible Soph. I'll sneak out before they catch me."
"Be careful," Sophia held her hand, "I'm not ready for you to go to jail just yet."
Agnes laughed and leaned in for a quick hug. "See you later! Or perhaps tomorrow?" The cheeky brunette winked before she was on her way out like some awesome ninja. They'd never catch her.
Seeing the group of women rush out of the restroom, Sophia turned her back to them. As they disappeared, she moved in the direction James had indicated and headed up the stairs. The place appeared to be quite a bit bigger than what she had guessed from watching it from the dancefloor.
The room continued inside with a lower roof giving it more intimacy. Lush black couches and chairs caught her eye, while dimmed spots and candlelight softened the look. Slower music replaced the energy on the dance floor. Her gaze flickered across the couches with people on them, subtly trying to sort through them in search for James. Curious eyes touched her, followed by murmurs, making her hurry her pace. She ended up by the smaller bar there, and having no luck with spotting James, she decided to order a drink as well as a shot. The bartender grinned at her and then mixed a bunch of different ingredients, and her eyes widened. She definitely shouldn't have let him pick the shot for her.
"What's it called?" she asked reluctantly, watching what looked like molten lava swirl in her glass.
" Hell ," he smiled, "the most popular one."
"Of course it is," she said in flat tone. "Here goes." She lifted the shot, closed her eyes, and downed the liquid. The strong, spicy liquor truly did mirror its name, heating her throat. "I understand the name!" She put her glass down.
The bartender laughed. "I'm not sure you do quite yet."
It was definitely hot. Heaving for air, she must've looked like quite the sight. The bartender sat a glass of water in front of her.
"It's not for everyone," the bartender said with a shrug while he poured whisky into a glass and passed it to a man.
"One more, please!" One more and she had to look for James again and hopefully the alcohol would help tame her mind a little.
He quirked an eyebrow and measured her with his gaze as he mixed another shot, making it look all fancy, before he passed it to her in a smooth movement. The heat spilled down her throat and she waited a moment to let it cool down before opening her eyes.
"It's really not bad," she laughed, and looked at the bartender. He grinned at her in return. His eyes went over her shoulder, his smile waned, and he seemed to straighten his posture.
Hands gripped her waist before they slid to her hips, and Sophia spun around to meet James face to face. "I've been looking for you!"
His hands moved from her body to grasp the brass railing behind her, caging her in, and her heart leapt. He was so, so, intense, but she liked it. "I can see that." He acknowledged the bartender shortly. "Given you Hell has he?"
"I — I understand it's popular here," she stuttered, the immediate nervousness inching back in. Instead of taking full control of her, though, it faded quickly. She smiled.
He reached up and tipped her head a
"I'll be long gone before that happens." Agnes was a badass. She could be sweet as a kitten one moment, and in the next have her claws out if you crossed her.
"I'm going with you."
" No ." She stalled, grabbing Sophia's shoulders. "You're going to stay here and seduce that hot billionaire."
"I'm not leaving you."
"That's right," she smiled, "I'm leaving you . Charm his ass off. He adores you already so there shouldn't be much trouble."
About to argue, Agnes grasped her shoulders and shook her once. "I just slapped -punched someone, Soph! Really hard! I did that for you and you're going to stay here and have the best night there is." Her voice was so severe that Sophia couldn't find the words to fight with her.
"There." Agnes smiled and brushed a wave of hair over her shoulder, regaining composure. "Sensible Soph. I'll sneak out before they catch me."
"Be careful," Sophia held her hand, "I'm not ready for you to go to jail just yet."
Agnes laughed and leaned in for a quick hug. "See you later! Or perhaps tomorrow?" The cheeky brunette winked before she was on her way out like some awesome ninja. They'd never catch her.
Seeing the group of women rush out of the restroom, Sophia turned her back to them. As they disappeared, she moved in the direction James had indicated and headed up the stairs. The place appeared to be quite a bit bigger than what she had guessed from watching it from the dancefloor.
The room continued inside with a lower roof giving it more intimacy. Lush black couches and chairs caught her eye, while dimmed spots and candlelight softened the look. Slower music replaced the energy on the dance floor. Her gaze flickered across the couches with people on them, subtly trying to sort through them in search for James. Curious eyes touched her, followed by murmurs, making her hurry her pace. She ended up by the smaller bar there, and having no luck with spotting James, she decided to order a drink as well as a shot. The bartender grinned at her and then mixed a bunch of different ingredients, and her eyes widened. She definitely shouldn't have let him pick the shot for her.
"What's it called?" she asked reluctantly, watching what looked like molten lava swirl in her glass.
" Hell ," he smiled, "the most popular one."
"Of course it is," she said in flat tone. "Here goes." She lifted the shot, closed her eyes, and downed the liquid. The strong, spicy liquor truly did mirror its name, heating her throat. "I understand the name!" She put her glass down.
The bartender laughed. "I'm not sure you do quite yet."
It was definitely hot. Heaving for air, she must've looked like quite the sight. The bartender sat a glass of water in front of her.
"It's not for everyone," the bartender said with a shrug while he poured whisky into a glass and passed it to a man.
"One more, please!" One more and she had to look for James again and hopefully the alcohol would help tame her mind a little.
He quirked an eyebrow and measured her with his gaze as he mixed another shot, making it look all fancy, before he passed it to her in a smooth movement. The heat spilled down her throat and she waited a moment to let it cool down before opening her eyes.
"It's really not bad," she laughed, and looked at the bartender. He grinned at her in return. His eyes went over her shoulder, his smile waned, and he seemed to straighten his posture.
Hands gripped her waist before they slid to her hips, and Sophia spun around to meet James face to face. "I've been looking for you!"
His hands moved from her body to grasp the brass railing behind her, caging her in, and her heart leapt. He was so, so, intense, but she liked it. "I can see that." He acknowledged the bartender shortly. "Given you Hell has he?"
"I — I understand it's popular here," she stuttered, the immediate nervousness inching back in. Instead of taking full control of her, though, it faded quickly. She smiled.
He reached up and tipped her head a
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