Page 14 of Red's Revenge

Itap my fingers on my thigh as I watch the door behind Mr. Justice’s reception desk. The older woman sits, filing her perfect nails and chewing gum so loudly that I want to scream.

I glance yet again at the clock on the wall and bite the inside of my cheek. I’ll give this asshole five more minutes. That’s as gracious as I’m willing to be after sitting with her for over an hour.

A loud bang comes from the other side of the door, followed by an unmistakable feminine giggle.

Are you fucking serious?

I stand, fix my skirt, and glance at his receptionist. Fuck it, I can take the old broad. I march towards the door as she tries to rush and grab me.

“You can’t go in.” She warns as I make for the door.

“I’m tired of waiting. It’s been over an hour.” I answer as I make my way around her desk.

“You can’t go in there!” She yells as I turn the knob and swing the door open hard enough to make it slam against the wall.

“Watch me,” I mutter.

“Excuse me, Mr. Justice, we had an appointment…” I step into the office and stop dead in my tracks.

“I’m sorry, Red! She wouldn’t wait.” His receptionist apologizes behind me as I stare at the cowboy that’s been the biggest pain in my ass all week.

He’s got some girl bent over his desk and a condom pinned between his teeth.

“It’s fine, Jean. I was done here.” He let the packet fall to the desk and zips up his jeans before fixing the woman’s dress and slapping her ass.

“Thanks, Sugar.” He talks to her but is staring at me.

“You,” I whisper like a curse.

Why is it him?

“Will I see you later?” The woman turns around to address Red and tries to kiss him, but he gently pushes her away.

“Of course, you’ll see me around.” He placates her with a peck on her forehead.

“Want me to fix you dinner tonight?” Even I can hear the desperation in her voice.

Girlfriend finds some self-esteem.

“No, you can leave now. As you can see, I have an appointment.” He turns to her for a spilt second to grin and give her a wink.

Jerk.

I stand there stunned at the realization that I’ve been waiting over an hour for our appointment so that he could get his rocks off. And if the bulge in his jeans is any indication, he couldn’t even manage to get the job done.

I’ll have to examine why that gives me such sick satisfaction later.

The door closes behind me, and I curse myself for not noticing that the other woman has left, and I’m now standing alone with this insufferable man while staring at his dick.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Do you always use business hours to break women’s hearts, or am I just lucky?” I break the silence, filling the room around us.

“Lady, I have no idea who you even are, so don’t think you’re unique. Now, how can I help you?” Is he for real?

I throw my card on his table and tap it. He frowns and then looks me up and down like it’s the first time he’s really seeing me for who I am, and the look in his eyes changes.

He offers me his hand, but there is no warmth or niceness in the action.

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