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Excuse Me, Miss

Phillip Thomas Duck

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ISBN : 9781452415215
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Temptation plus opportunity equals trouble…How well do you trust your partner?“Fidelity anthropologist”, sexy decoy to most, Victoria Frost will discover the answers you seek…The night it all begins to change for Victoria Frost is no different thanMoreTemptation plus opportunity equals trouble…How well do you trust your partner?“Fidelity anthropologist”, sexy decoy to most, Victoria Frost will discover the answers you seek…The night it all begins to change for Victoria Frost is no different than usual. She spends it seducing another woman’s husband. Handsome, charming, intelligent, any woman would be attracted to Benjamin Kingston. Victoria eases up beside him and lingers there like too much perfume. And that quickly, for him, his wife is forgotten. The ensuing conversation is an erotically-charged game of cat and mouse. Where will it lead? In EXCUSE ME, MISS hurtling events and richly drawn characters collide in a sexy story of betrayal, the desire for loyalty, and the consequences of unfaithfulness. One woman’s determination to uncover the truth for badly broken wives instead unleashes a host of personal dilemmas, and in the end the truths she discovers are mostly about herself.EXCERPT:“When did you start suspecting Tyson of straying?” James asked her.“I don’t believe my husband has been faithful at any point in the marriage,” she replied.I shuddered at those words.“What exactly led you to us, if I might ask, Mrs. Foster?”“An acquaintance,” she said, with a smirk in the tone.“No,” James said, “I apologize. That’s not what I meant. Let me clarify a bit further. You say that your husband has never been faithful to you, why come to us now, after seven years?”“I’m tired of it.”James considered that response for a moment, then tapped a stack of papers on his desk. A gesture that meant it was time for business. “Okay, then, Mrs. Foster, what are the red flags?”She said, “Red flags?”James nodded. “Have you found other women’s phone numbers in Tyson’s things?”“Tyson is a freelance business consultant, he’d never be that sloppy,” she said.James ticked off a litany of other offenses. “Fragrance in his clothes? Unusual number of wrong number or hang-up calls placed to your home? Unexplainable mileage on his vehicle? A sudden increase in his work hours? An increase in the time he spends out of town for supposed business? Odd credit card transactions…?”Gina Foster vigorously shook her head. “No. Nothing like that at all.”“Behavioral changes then?” James ventured.Again, Tyson Foster’s longsuffering wife shook her head. “A woman just knows,” she explained. “It’s not the things he does, but rather the things he doesn’t do. A man that truly loves you touches you in a certain way. He looks at you in a certain way. You’re the first thing on his mind when he wakes, and the last before he goes to sleep. And you can tell that by the way he kisses you, especially first thing in the morning and later at night. He kisses you then as if it’s the first time your lips have ever touched.” She paused and let out a breath. It had the finality of a last breath. Then she steeled her shoulders again. “Tyson is going through the motions with me.”