Read The Hypnotist's Love Story for Free Online Page A

hard to hypnotize?”
    “Nearly everyone can be hypnotized to some degree,” said Ellen. “But some people have more of a talent for it, I guess, because they’re imaginative and they’ve got the ability to really focus and visualize.”
    “Huh,” said Patrick. “I wonder if I’ve got the talent for it.”
    “I’ll give you a suggestibility test,” said Ellen. She got up on her knees, mildly exhilarated; she would never have done anything like this with Jon.
    Patrick looked up at her. “Like a gullibility test?”
    “No, no, it’s just a little exercise to show the power of your imagination. Relax! It’s nothing strange. You’ve probably done it before at a sales conference or something.”
    “OK.” Patrick got up on his knees, facing her, with a brave set to his shoulders. The smell of his aftershave was already familiar to her but still new enough to arouse. “Do I close my eyes?”
    “No. Just hold your hands like this.”
    She interlaced her hands as if in prayer and then lifted her index fingers so they were aligned but not touching. Patrick did the same and looked her straight in the eyes. There was something very sexy about this.
    “Now imagine a powerful magnetic force is pulling those two fingertips together. You’re fighting it but you can’t resist. Watch them. It’s getting stronger. Even stronger. It’s too strong—
there.”
    Patrick’s fingertips closed.
    “See! Your subconscious believed the magnets were real.”
    Patrick looked at his fingertips still pressed together. “Well. Yes. I mean, I don’t know. I guess it felt real, but that’s just because I was going along with what you were saying.”
    Ellen smiled. “Exactly. All hypnosis is self-hypnosis. It’s not magic.”
    “Do something else.”
    “All right. Close your eyes this time, and stretch your arms out in front of you.”
    He did so, and she paused for a moment, observing the planes and hollows of his face in the moonlight.
    “Hello?” he said.
    “Sorry. OK. Imagine that I’m tying a huge helium balloon to your right wrist. It’s tugging it upward. Feel it tug. Now in your left hand I’m giving you a bucket. It’s very heavy because it’s filled with heavy wet sand from the beach.”
    Patrick’s right arm floated straight up and his left hand dropped down. Either he was doing this to please her or he was, in fact, an excellent subject for hypnosis.
    “Open your eyes,” she said.
    Patrick opened his eyes and looked at his arms.
    “Huh,” he said. He dropped his arms and put them around her waist. He lowered his head as if to kiss her and then he stopped and suddenly spun around to look behind him.
    “What is it?” said Ellen, startled.
    “I’m sorry,” said Patrick. “I thought I heard something. I thought it was her.”
    There was already no question as to who “her” was. Ellen looked around at the shadowy areas under the bridge for a lurking woman. She noted that she was experiencing a slight buzz: a pleasant burst of adrenaline at the thought of Patrick’s stalker secretly observing them.
    “You haven’t seen her tonight, have you?” asked Ellen. The other night they’dbeen to the movies and dinner and Patrick hadn’t even mentioned he’d noticed Saskia until they got back to the car and found a letter from her sitting on the windscreen.
    Patrick glanced around, his eyes narrowed. Then he sat back down again.
    “No, I haven’t seen her at all. I think she’s giving us the night off.” He put his arm around her. “I’m sorry. It makes me twitchy sometimes.”
    “I can imagine,” said Ellen sympathetically. Was there something moving over by that pylon? No. Trick of the light, damn it.
    “So your business is all about the power of the mind,” said Patrick.
    “That’s right,” said Ellen. “The power of the subconscious mind.”
    “I believe in it, don’t get me wrong,” began Patrick.
    Here we go. Ellen’s stomach muscles clenched.
    “But there’s a limit to it,