"All right now, like your hairline, you need to take a step back, Cliff." Biff opens and then closes his mouth.
"It's Biff."
"Who cares?" She shrugs, and I’d bet she does know his name and she clearly has his number clocked.
"Oh, you're going to care. I have only just gotten started with you. You think you can rip my life apart, and I won't return the favor?"
She turns to glance toward me. "This is what happens when cousins get too close." It takes all the control I have mastered in my life to keep from laughing.
"My wife left me because of you," he accuses her.
"You're welcome. You don't need to be procreating. This bloodline needs to be cut off. And let’s be clear: Your wife left you because of your intended infidelity.”
"Do you know who I am?" Biff's whole face is turning red, even the tops of his ears. I step closer, worried he might strike her. Over my dead body.
"Yeah, I know who you are. You're the human equivalent of a participation trophy."
“You got a smart fucking mouth.”
“Thank you.” She smirks. “Most of you dumbasses feel that way. Hard to keep up.” Biff sees me stepping closer. I give him a look that suggests he should step back, or I will force him back myself. He takes a breath, getting his anger under control.
She’s quick-witted and clearly knows how to poke and provoke the male ego.
"Are you stalking her?" I ask because the two of them are getting nowhere even if it is entertaining.
"I haven't done anything she hasn't."
"You took all my pictures and tried to do a smear campaign on me."
"If you didn't have whoring pictures online, then it wouldn't have happened."
"If you could keep your dick in your pants, none of this would have happened," she throws back at him.
"Maybe I should see these pictures." My curiosity is piqued.
"I'm sure Clifford the Big Red Dog here will be happy to show you."
"She sets up traps to lure men out to ruin their lives."
"A girl's gotta have more than one hobby. My fingers get tired when I knit for too long." She inspects her hands.
"Maybe we all should sit down and talk about both of your hobbies." I need her name, and I can tell she's gearing up to leave already. She’s a little firecracker, and I’m finding I want nothing more than to see more of her.
“What you need to do is make sure he leaves me the hell alone.”
“What I’m going to do?—”
“I wasn’t done.” She cuts him off, and he actually shuts the fuck up for once. I think he’s more confused than anything. He is not used to someone he deems as not important daring to do so. Especially not a woman. “My town doesn’t give a shit if I run naked through it. It’s pointless to try and smear me there. Theonly thing that will get you is a lot of enemies from all walks of life.”
“What town?” I ask. I’m sure I can get this information out of Biff, but I enjoy hearing her speak more.
“Did you get your manners from him?” She points her thumb at Biff. “Anyway, the town is New Hope.” That comes out smugly and with a sexy smirk. Yes, I can see how she lures men into traps. I want to be in hers right now.
I have heard of the town. It’s a small tourist destination. People have to fight to get to stay there for a weekend. Most have to travel in and leave the same day during the holiday season. Christmas passed weeks ago. I only remember because no one was working that day.
"I think it's time you leave, or I'll have security escort you out." Finally, Biff realizes that he is not going to win a battle of words against this spitfire fairy.
"You got what you deserved," she tells him, knocking that chin of hers up a few degrees, not that it gives her any more height. "You don't want to take me or my town on. I can promise you that. You’ve been warned." She starts walking out of the office backwards. "It's been lovely, boys. I hope we can never do this again." She grabs both door handles and slams the double doors closed. I have to fight the urge to chase after her.
