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perfect posture and held herself with absolute confidence.
She stood much taller than me, perhaps five-foot-six without the heels. Judging
by her clothes, jewelry, and handbag, money wasn't an issue. There were some
things you just couldn't thrift .
Yes, this was
exactly the kind of woman that I imagined any guy would ever want. She was
beautiful, and with her curvaceous figure she was also downright sexy. But one
look at her and I knew…
This woman was
a bitch.
Did that make
me one as well for even thinking such a thing before getting to know her? I'd
own up to it if I had to, but there was no way I was wrong. Anyway, it's as
they say…it takes one to know one, right? You aren't a bitch, though. Not
really...
"Who are
you?" She looked me up and down with an expression that was both equally
as confused as it was scornful. I could literally feel the weight of her
judgment as she studied me. I don't think she even tried to hide it.
"I'm here
to work," I answered politely. Ethan had called me graceful, and I'd be
damned if I proved him wrong by reacting in any other manner.
"I asked
who, not why."
Who exactly was
she and what gave her the right to be so demanding? Oh, that's right - she had
fucked the boss. Hell, maybe they were still doing it. Maybe she was his
girlfriend. Ugh… Even so, I didn't want to give her my name.
"I'm
sorry, would you like to introduce yourself?" I countered.
For a moment,
she was silent. And then she was smiling. It was sickly sweet - a false smile.
The kind that only mean girls wore in the movies. "Karina Greene."
Well, then… "Daphne Myers." Hopefully she'd forget it.
"What
business do you have with Ethan?" she asked, still faking politeness.
"I'm not
here to see Mr. Desmond." That's right, make sure she knows there's
some distance there. I don't need any more unnecessary drama in my life.
"Oh...No,
of course not," she replied with a small laugh, looking me over once more.
If there was
one kind of bitch I couldn't stand, it was the catty kind. For a second I
almost considered playing along, but I was too tired to even really care.
Anyway, I wasn't in grade school.
"Are you
alright, Ms Greene?" I asked.
That seemed to
puzzle her for moment. "Why do you ask?"
"No
reason. You just seemed very agitated only a moment ago."
She took a
small step back and pursed her lips, contemplating something. "Come sit
with me." Turning away, she moved to the seating area and sank onto one of
the loveseats. "Please, I insist," she added when I made no move to
join her. "I've never seen you here before. If you aren't here to see
Ethan, what are you doing here?"
With a sigh, I
went to take the seat across from her. "As I said, I'm here to work."
"And what
kind of work might that be?" She looked genuinely confused, as though my
being here was simply absurd. I couldn't fault her for that.
"I'm
sorry…but are those your real eyes?" I had to ask.
Now she looked
a little pissed. "Excuse me?
"Your
eyes. Are they naturally that color?"
"...Yes," she answered very slowly.
"They're
gorgeous." Heaven help me, but I had to stare in awe. Lovely looking
things just had that effect on me.
She shifted
uncomfortably while I tried to think of what paints I had that would create
that shade of green.
" Karina ."
My breath
caught. It had been over three days since I'd last heard his voice. It was
unfortunate that the first word to come out of his mouth was her name. And
not mine .
Turning my head
only slightly, I saw Ethan walking towards us with Douglas at his side. I stood
up when he was close enough that I could make out his bothered expression.
"Ethan." Karina smiled sweetly at
She stood much taller than me, perhaps five-foot-six without the heels. Judging
by her clothes, jewelry, and handbag, money wasn't an issue. There were some
things you just couldn't thrift .
Yes, this was
exactly the kind of woman that I imagined any guy would ever want. She was
beautiful, and with her curvaceous figure she was also downright sexy. But one
look at her and I knew…
This woman was
a bitch.
Did that make
me one as well for even thinking such a thing before getting to know her? I'd
own up to it if I had to, but there was no way I was wrong. Anyway, it's as
they say…it takes one to know one, right? You aren't a bitch, though. Not
really...
"Who are
you?" She looked me up and down with an expression that was both equally
as confused as it was scornful. I could literally feel the weight of her
judgment as she studied me. I don't think she even tried to hide it.
"I'm here
to work," I answered politely. Ethan had called me graceful, and I'd be
damned if I proved him wrong by reacting in any other manner.
"I asked
who, not why."
Who exactly was
she and what gave her the right to be so demanding? Oh, that's right - she had
fucked the boss. Hell, maybe they were still doing it. Maybe she was his
girlfriend. Ugh… Even so, I didn't want to give her my name.
"I'm
sorry, would you like to introduce yourself?" I countered.
For a moment,
she was silent. And then she was smiling. It was sickly sweet - a false smile.
The kind that only mean girls wore in the movies. "Karina Greene."
Well, then… "Daphne Myers." Hopefully she'd forget it.
"What
business do you have with Ethan?" she asked, still faking politeness.
"I'm not
here to see Mr. Desmond." That's right, make sure she knows there's
some distance there. I don't need any more unnecessary drama in my life.
"Oh...No,
of course not," she replied with a small laugh, looking me over once more.
If there was
one kind of bitch I couldn't stand, it was the catty kind. For a second I
almost considered playing along, but I was too tired to even really care.
Anyway, I wasn't in grade school.
"Are you
alright, Ms Greene?" I asked.
That seemed to
puzzle her for moment. "Why do you ask?"
"No
reason. You just seemed very agitated only a moment ago."
She took a
small step back and pursed her lips, contemplating something. "Come sit
with me." Turning away, she moved to the seating area and sank onto one of
the loveseats. "Please, I insist," she added when I made no move to
join her. "I've never seen you here before. If you aren't here to see
Ethan, what are you doing here?"
With a sigh, I
went to take the seat across from her. "As I said, I'm here to work."
"And what
kind of work might that be?" She looked genuinely confused, as though my
being here was simply absurd. I couldn't fault her for that.
"I'm
sorry…but are those your real eyes?" I had to ask.
Now she looked
a little pissed. "Excuse me?
"Your
eyes. Are they naturally that color?"
"...Yes," she answered very slowly.
"They're
gorgeous." Heaven help me, but I had to stare in awe. Lovely looking
things just had that effect on me.
She shifted
uncomfortably while I tried to think of what paints I had that would create
that shade of green.
" Karina ."
My breath
caught. It had been over three days since I'd last heard his voice. It was
unfortunate that the first word to come out of his mouth was her name. And
not mine .
Turning my head
only slightly, I saw Ethan walking towards us with Douglas at his side. I stood
up when he was close enough that I could make out his bothered expression.
"Ethan." Karina smiled sweetly at
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