Urso - continued
I let out a muffled, humorless laugh.
It was all so rehearsed. So predictable. So soulless.
I looked at her with the same calm I look at a piece of paper that no longer serves me.
"I'm sure, sweetheart. Today won't work."
I won't be able to give you what you want.
But show up at the dance on the weekend, maybe we can work something out. I'll give you some respect.
She let out a sigh, ran her hand over my neck, trying to pull me in, but I had already turned my gaze back to the computer, to the week's numbers.
She got the hint. She left swaying more than when she came in, as if she wanted to leave my mind with the image. But I wasn't even seeing it anymore. There was only room for one woman there. And it wasn't her.
Soon after, the door opened again.
Jn entered
