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| IMPOSTER BY MARIQUA |
CHAPTER 10 |
Tea's legs almost buckled beneath her as she saw the rough swipe of his hand. That was the sign Todd had told her about! This was indeed Pete grinning at her and pretending to be Todd again! She had to think of something and fast to put this faker off or at least to keep him at bay. Okay, Pete. Have it your way! You can be Todd now.
"Todd," Tea swallowed a sip of soda and leaned against the counter. "I was talking to Pete before -- trying to find out more about him. Did you ever know when Pete was about to come out?"
"No," he said warily -- not sure where she was going with her questioning. "Well, I guess he's been a part of me for a long time. I must have kept him well hidden."
"You kept him hidden? I thought Pete was the one in control. Pete seems so...well, confident to me." Tea said this as if she were in awe of Pete's power. She watched Pete warming up to her praise as he cocked his head to one side and eyed her carefully.
"He is...confident. He's always been. If it weren't for Pete, I wouldn't be around, Delgado."
Tea leaned somewhat forward -- closing the distance between them.
I've got
to do this! As much as I'm shaking in my shoes, I've got to do this!
She
brushed her hair away from her face with one hand and demurely said,
"To tell
you the truth, Todd, I think Pete has been very valuable to you. He's
very
intimidating but so Pete tapped his fingers on the counter and studied his opponent with a
practiced eye. She seemed to be at ease -- as if she was chatting with
Todd
-- and certainly hadn't made any attempt to escape. He found himself
wondering why she was talking about Pete. Wouldn't she want to talk
about
anything else but him? Okay, Delgado. I'll bite. What do you find
intriguing about me?
"Like how?" Pete asked her indifferently.
Tea's eyes swept over the front of the man standing in front of her.
He was
still wearing the leather outfit and his well-toned chest was brazenly
exposed
to her. She had often enjoyed looking at men and saw nothing wrong
with it,
but his masculinity was overpoweringly present and real to her. This
side of
her husband was one she very rarely got to see and she knew at once
what she
would say to this alter.
"Well...he's more open...very sure of himself...and more virile" she
said in
her best husky voice.
Pete straightened up a little as he heard these words. If she really
thinks
I'm Todd, then she's just insulted him! Pete felt strangely elated by
what
he was hearing. He had always secretly been jealous of Tea's attentions
toward Todd. He couldn't understand how such a beautiful, hot-blooded
woman
could be attracted to someone who was such a pale replica of him. Todd
was
full of sexual repressions left over from that day with Peter Manning.
He
would have been a babbling idiot if he, Pete, hadn't taken control and
made
him over into a sexual predator. She was not to be trusted, though.
That
much was certain. Both he and Todd had found out just how far her
loyalty
went when push came to shove.
Tea moved even closer to him -- willing herself to look deeply into his
flickering hazel eyes and into the soul of a man who had the potential
to do
great harm to her.
"Pete was frightening to me at first, but sometimes I wish..." she left
the
sentence dangling in the air as she held his eyes with hers.
You wish what? What, Delgado?
"..."that you were more like Pete."
Her words had exactly the effect she had wanted them to. Pete's eyes
widened
and his nostrils flared with a kind of bemused appreciation of her
statement.
Pete found himself in an unusual situation at this moment. Every woman
that
he had had contact with for any length of time had been an unwilling
victim.
None of them had even been slightly interested in him and had made it
quite
clear that they regarded him as vile and beneath them. This was quite
new --
a woman who seemed to admire him and not Todd. Todd could be charming
when he
wanted to be, and women fell all over him, but they soon found out that
his
charm was manipulative and superficial. When it came to issues of
love, Todd
had his own agenda and a lot depended on whether he could allow himself
to
trust. Pete knew that he never expected trust, so he wasn't at the
mercy of
the women who would try to use him. Time to put you to the test,
Delgado.
Let's see if you really mean these words you're spouting so easily
right now.
Having said those words, Tea repressed the sickening feeling which came
over
her afterwards. I hope to God that you are Pete! If I ever said that
to
Todd, he would want to walk right out that door! The idea that she
could be
attracted to this slimy, serial rapist was utterly repugnant to her,
but she
also could tell that her words may have put her in a different category
in
Pete's mind than before. I'll have to play along with his warped
imagination
-- at least until I can figure out what to do. It'll buy me some time.
Jessica Buchanan had never seen her mother as distraught as this. Not
recently anyway. Sloan's death had been a terrible shock for her, but
that
had eventually faded with time. She could tell by her mother's
agitated,
worried face that she was still thinking about her uncle, Todd Manning.
She
had walked in and out of the kitchen at least ten times -- smiling
slightly at
Jessica -- who had been dipping ice cream for the both of them for
dessert.
"Mother," Jessica admonished her mother, "You're making me crazy. You
need
to sit down or something!"
Viki didn't even laugh, as she usually would have at her daughter's
chiding.
She took the bowl offered by Jessica and absently poked a spoon into the
swirls of fudge ripple ice cream.
"I'm fine, Jessie. Really!" she said and continued to push at the
dessert
with the spoon.
Jessie took the bowl from her mother who was still standing -- looking
at
nothing in particular with a vacant expression. She set the bowl on the
kitchen bar counter, shook her head and led her mother over to the
barstool.
"Sit!" she ordered her mother as if she were the adult.
Viki's dazed look vanished and she caught her daughter's disapproving
expression. She sighed and sat down on the stool as her daughter slid
onto
the other one next to her.
"Mom," she said forcefully to get her mother's attention. "They'll be
alright. Uncle Todd won't let anything happen to Tea. I know that!
I've
seen the way he looks at her. He loves her!
Viki smiled at her and thought how sweet and sensitive Jessie had been
since
she had told her about Todd. Jessie knew how much Todd meant to her,
and she
was trying to be as helpful as she could.
"Thank you, Jessie. You're my rock, aren't you? I depend on you so
much, I'm
afraid! It's just that it's so hard to sit and wait!" Viki said with
exasperation. "I'm not very good at it, as you know!"
"I know, Mom. But hey, there are things you can do while you wait, you
know?"
Jessie said encouragingly.
Viki's mind suddenly clamped onto an idea. She could do something!
The
police had already called to question her as to Todd's whereabouts and
she had
had nothing to say. Her thoughts had been of Pete, and since she had
never
before met Pete, she didn't think that she would have a clue as to
where he
had taken Tea. But what about Todd? That was another matter. He was
her
brother and they had been through quite a bit together since their very
first
meeting. Where would he go? The alter, Pete, could use Todd's
memory if he
wanted to. It would have to be a place where he would be secluded and
well
hidden. There was another time when her brother had needed a place to
hide
out in. That had been when he had taken Starr to her cabin retreat
after he
had returned from Ireland. He had kidnapped his own daughter from
Blair and
taken her there. Would Pete think of this place, too? It was a shot
in the
dark, but she knew that Todd probably still had a key.
Viki jumped off the stool and went to the kitchen wall phone. She
looked at
Jessica whose eyes followed her mother.
"I'm calling Sam!" she relayed to Jessie. "I think I know where they
are!"
Pete shifted his stance and ambled past her nonchalantly into the
living room.
Tea studied his movements -- searching for anything else that would
give away
who he really was. All his mannerisms seemed to imitate Todd's and she
was
just about to wonder if she had made a grave error in thinking that
this was
Pete. She couldn't let the seeds of doubt plant themselves in her now
because
she needed to be mentally prepared for anything this trickster could do.
He plopped himself down on the blue plaid sofa and looked down at his
attire
with exaggerated disdain.
"And I suppose you like these duds, too!" he retorted sarcastically as
his
body slumped down into the cushions.
"Well..." Tea moved toward him and stared at him as if hypnotized by
his power
over her. "You have a nice body, Todd. Why not show it off some?"
Am I
really saying this? Yes, I have to. I have to stroke his male vanity.
Pete
would like that.
More and more interesting, sweetheart. What's your little game now?
Or is
it a game? The way you're looking at me -- It's not like before in the
penthouse. Well, let's find out, Delgado, who you really want.
Tea sat down next to him. She lifted her hand to his head and let her
slender
fingers glide through his long, thick hair and said with a voice edged
with
pent-up passion, "Pete...if you can hear me...I'd like to get to know
you
better."
"Would you, Delgado?" The deep, menacing voice that she was becoming
familiar with emerged and a chill settled over her. Now was the test.
Now
she had to prove to him that she wanted him more than Todd. As the
shadows
of the soft lights in the room played on the walls, Tea immersed
herself in a
game of masquerade. Her eyes lit up and she breathed a low sigh as her
fingers moved down his shoulders and toward his chest. "Yes, Pete. I
would."

