Race looked up from her notes with her eyebrows knitted together. “What did she say?”
“Nothing.” I shrugged.
She tossed the papers on the desk and collapsed in her chair. “Is there anything else you need, Morgan?”
“Oh, we’re back to Morgan?”
“Stop.” She rubbed her forehead. “I have to finish my work so I can be out of here on time tonight. There’s no way I’m going to miss it.”
“But it’s okay if you can’t make it tonight. I’d prefer it if you weren’t there.” It was the only truthful thing I’d said since I’d walked through her office door.
“I’m going. Don’t even try to talk me out of it. Now go so I’m not late.”
I waved. “Yes, ma’am,” I said before I left.
As the door clicked closed, a loud bang made me jump.
“What the hell?” I asked as I turned around.
Cara walked over to me, touching my arm. More like she groped my arm as she stared up at me. “Don’t mind her. Oh, you must work out.” She squeezed my forearms, working her way up to just above my elbows.
“Cara…”
“I’m too old for you, Mr. DeLuca. I’m just wondering what your intentions are toward Ms. True.”
“Um, I don’t know.”
“Honey, the woman needs a man. I saw the look on her face when I walked in the room. I saw her bee-stung lips and red lipstick still smeared on her face. I think you’re just what the doctor ordered. Just perfect.”
“Thanks.” I laughed. “I’m trying my best.”
“The woman works too much. Life’s too short and she’s too young to always spend it in the office. Just treat her right, Mr. DeLuca.”
“Morgan,” I corrected her.
“Morgan,” she repeated, dropping her hand from my arm.
The sound of a person clearing their throat made us both turn.
“Am I interrupting?” the woman asked, glaring at me and giving us both a look of disgust.
Cara shook her head as she sat down and started moving papers around on the desk. “I was just saying goodbye, ma’am. You’re a few minutes early, but I’m sure Ms. True is ready for you.”
In front of me stood Natasha.
The vibe she threw off was that of a megabitch.
Although Race carried herself with authority, she had nothing on Natasha. Her pin-straight black hair was pulled up in a bun so tight that I wondered if it altered the look of her face. Her business suit was perfect, not a wrinkle on it, as if she’d stood all day to avoid any imperfections.
“And you are?” Natasha asked in a snotty tone as she looked me over, but not like Cara had before. Natasha looked at me like a low-class citizen who wasn’t fit to breathe the same air she was breathing.
“Mr. DeLuca,” I replied as I looked at her the exact same way she had me, but I held my hand out, trying to be courteous.
She glanced down and snarled. “I’m sure she’s ready for me,” Natasha said as she walked past me and entered Race’s office without knocking.
“Wow,” I muttered to myself before the door closed.
“She’s a real treat,” Cara said before sticking her finger in her mouth. “She’s one of the ugliest people I know.”
