"You're pathetic," she spat out, reaching down the grab his wrist and throw it from his drink and the table. With a soft growl, she straddled his lap and leaned forward to press and drag her body against his, her hands gripping the back of his chair. She could at least keep up pretenses she was actually working, even if he was warm and solid and her body remembered him too well. "This is my work," she said heatedly into his ear. "No husbands, no boyfriends, and no assholes who don't have the balls to pick up a fucking phone. Got it?"
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Date: 2010-02-05 11:12 pm (UTC)