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I’ve just the time to place my cute, rented Vuitton on the counter when I hear the door open—which I forgot to lock—and a very annoying voice reaches me from behind.
“You’re pathetic.” Medusa’s reflection appears in the mirror.
Fuck me sideways, I urgently need to sit down with Lady Karma for a nice cuppa and ask her what the bloody sodding fuck I’ve done to deserve this.
“Leave,” I breath out, grabbing my bag once again to look for my eyeliner. Need to keep my idle hands from strangling the trollop.
She moves to the mirror, and while slowly checking her makeup and pushing her hair back, she lets out a short, movie-villain laugh. “Can’t you see? Your place is not here; it’s with people of your own—” she pauses for malefic effect, “status.”
What is this, an episode of Downton Abbey? I was wrong,thisis penance. I spin and forcefully lean my hip against the sink, clicking my pumps on the shiny floor. She’s taller than me, but I still give her my fiercest look.
“I said LEAVE before I change my mind and beat last year’s lipstick color from your mouth in a bitch slap fight which you won’t win, because I’m the queen of bitches, slag.”
Her face turns into a twisted, angry mask. “All the high-class people here know very well what you are. They can hearyou talking. Why do you think they are staring at you and whispering? You are scum.”
Her odious words don’t work on me.Jealous bitches be crazy.I’m fabulous, that's the only reason people look at me. Using those British words and sayings keep the memory of my gran alive with me. They’re part of who I am.
Nevertheless, Medusa needs to be imparted some Lori-wisdom anyway, because nobody talks me down and leaves unpunished.
I snort derisively, getting ready to pounce on the bitch, but Gabe’s voice suddenly booms inside the bathroom, putting a stop to my lesson before it even happened. “You…out!”
His icy tone makes my balls want to take cover inside my body while my ass clenches, eager to be filled.
Medusa and I turn toward the door, both of us keeping our positions. Gabe is staring at me with such a potent gaze I couldn’t move even if I tried.
“Your boss said to remove your bony ass out of here. Do it already!” Uri appears behind Gabe, and I know he’s talking to her since my butt is far from skinny. Plus, if he ever spoke to me like that, it would mean war. “Before Gremlin rearranges your face.”
I reply to his smirk with a smile. That was surely a compliment by Uri’s standards, he’s the torturer among the brothers after all.
Medusa sputters a few incomprehensible words, to which Gabe replies with a growly, “Out! You too, Uri.”
“Like I want to see a robot and a gremlin banging,” he grumbles, and makes an impatient let’s-go arm gesture Medusa’s way. She sends a puppy look at Gabe, but he doesn’t take his probing eyesoff me. The door closes behind them, and I hear the click of the lock as Gabe turns the bolt.
Banging? That’s absolutely the last thing on Gabe’s mind, isn’t it?
“Has she given you problems before?” he asks, stalking my way. Every step he takes exudes command and resolution.
“She’s been rude. Don’t know what her problem is.” I huff, crossing my arms.
“How many times has she treated you like that?”
“This level of nasty is new,” is all I give him. I can surely take care of myself.
“Does anyone else treat you like that at the firm?”
Why all these questions? “Not to that extent.” I smooth my dress, and his eyes drop down for a second.
“If it happens again with someone else, you need to report it,” he insists.
“To HR, I know.” But I’ll never do that. Doesn’t he know by now that I like to add my personal touch to my tit-for-tat?
“No, to me.” He stops in front of me. His jaw is ticking, showing his annoyance.
“Yeah, but the right channel is?—”
“Me.” Gabe’s voice has turned deep, that low register that sends delicious sparks down my spine. He didn’t raise his voice, but his deadly serious tone cut through me like an arrow through water.
Instead of giving him one of my sharp retorts, I sigh and edge closer, tilting my head even further back while pinning him with my gaze. Need suddenly slams into me, and I feel slightly lightheaded.
