Before anything else could happen, the doorbell ripped through the moment and he backed away just as the door was opening.
“Hello?” The chipper voice filled the house and was followed in by a woman I knew all too well. Evelyn entered the living room and Sorin stood- like the gentleman he was—to greet her.
“I am a little early,” she chimed, extending her hand for Sorin to take and kiss.
Using the moment to really take her in, I realized that I had been wrong the day before and I actually could hate her more. The soft pink pantsuit fit her in a way to suggested it was made for her. The result was that her legs looked six feet long- which reached to her perfect, tiny waist—which turned into a chest that would fit in on Baywatch. Her hair fell in curls around her long neck and onto her exquisitely postured shoulders. Pink stiletto heels peeked out from under the slacks, suggesting she was about 5’10” without them—6’2” with them. It allowed for her and Sorin to be eye to eye.
I wondered how long it would take that gazelle to hit the ground if I kicked her in the back of the knee.
Sorin’s voice brought me back. “Evelyn, I did not expect you this evening.” I was pleased that his voice sounded dry and he wasn’t using his power to make it crawl up your body like he sometimes did.
She faked an expression of embarrassment. “Oh, I am sorry. I meant to call and make an appointment but it must have slipped my mind. Shucks, am I ditzy sometimes. Can you fit me in?” The last part was said as she leaned into him and I heard the flirtation in the words.
“Of course,” he responded. “Meet me in my office, please. You know the way.”
“I do” she said looking over to me. I answered with a smile—refusing to allow her to see my jealousy.
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