Chapter 1-4
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At noon, Lia felt uncomfortable, turned around and there he was. Tall, Tanned and Disgusting had stepped right up behind her, close enough to touch her back, without saying a word. His deep eyes bored into her.
“Is it anything you wish to discuss, Mr. Lancaster?” she asked, not even trying to be nice. What a creeper. I have every right to be pissed.
“Not really. I’d just like to extend to you an invitation. We’re taking Jerry out for lunch at the beach. The bistro has a nice view of the jetties and the building you’re so hasty to tear apart.”
She gaped. What on earth is he talking about? I’ve barely started my plans. All they’ve seen is my pitch… which they selected and approved.
Not knowing whether to feel excited for the lunch at the beach or upset over the derogatory comment, she bit her lip. What is it with this guy? Why is he so determined to pick on me? Well, I’ll take a hard pass on that one. The bistro will still be there when I’m done. “It´s alright. I have work to do. I´ll just grab a sandwich.” Take that, creep.
“No, Miss MacArthur. It is a business lunch, and Mark sent me to escort you. You will come… unless you want to miss your second meeting?” The man smirked, and Lia wanted to smack him so badly that her hand already hurt in anticipation.
“Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “Are you always so annoying, or you are making an exception for me?”
He gave her a once over and his smirk grew. “No, darling. You do not have anything that merits special treatment.”
Lia felt heat rising up her neck. This is too much. Okay, so at size sixteen—eighteen at that time of the month—I’m not swimsuit model material. I’ve been teased for being a fat girl before, but no one has ever made me feel so humiliated in my life. She wished so much to be one of those fast, snappy women, but she wasn´t. Her tough persona could only take her so far. In situations like this, where she wanted to curl up and howl, it abandoned her.
His insulting gaze turned to intense scrutiny, and then some sort of dawning awareness. A wicked grin spread across his face.
Her cheeks flared red while she got up, took her purse, and walked ahead, trying hard to keep her head up and not swing her curvaceous hips too much.
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