She looked surprised. Did she expect Angel to answer the door? I should’ve been at work so chances were she wouldn’t catch me here.
She was wearing high f**k-me heels, a short tight black skirt, her hair down. She had her signature bright red lips all done up. Lots of cleavage popping out of a purple low-cut sweater. f*****g tramp.
“What the f**k? How’d you get in here?”
She shrugged, “I didn’t think you’d let me in if I buzzed up so I followed behind someone.
I rolled my eyes and let out a huff, “What do you want?”
“To talk. Can I come in and talk to you?” She eyed me from head to toe and then back up.
“I’m f*****g busy.”
Her face went sour, “You mean busy f*****g?”
Middle of the afternoon, half undressed. I hadn’t even gotten my jeans button done up. I probably had just-f****d ha
