Page 41 of The Paid Wife: A Lesbian Romance
Emily walked quickly through the halls. The first exit took her
outside and a powerwalk across campus brought her straight to
the student parking lot. Thirty minutes later, since, fortunately,
traffic was light, she was in the French Quarter. She parked at
the first spot she could find that was decently close to the shop
where she’d gone for the reading that wasn’t a reading with
the girl who was both alarmingly beautiful in her own unique
way and alarmingly rude in her own unique way.
Yes, it was possible to be uniquely rude. Telling a stranger
h
ow they should and shouldn’t live their life in a very
opinionated way with a brusque tone and an unyielding
expression was a new kind of experience Emily didn’t want to
repeat. It wasn’t that Danica, or Dani, or whatever her name
was, acted holier than thou. It was more like…being stared
straight through. While Emily was used to that, she wasn’t
used to being turned inside out and having her private hurts
picked apart like they were nothing. Like she had no right to
feel the way she did about something this Dani person knew
nothing about.
Just because Emily’s problems weren’t Dani’s problems
didn’t give Dani the right to say they weren’t important. It
didn’t give her the right to tell Emily to cultivate gratitude in
less than nice terms.
God, why am I even doing this? Why am I heading to her
shop right now? This is probably some terrible joke. She
probably has a camera hidden this time and later she’s going
to post this online just to get views. I’m doing this to myself.
Walking straight into a shit storm. Why? Oh right. because I’m
totally freaking desperate.
