Lena
“Is this the place you call important?” I asked looking outside the window at the saloon. “It’s actually important. You can’t tell me you’re showing your face at the hotel looking like a mad woman with that hair.” I used my phone to check my reflection. I look okay.
I turned to him furiously. “How dare you!”
“Oh, you’re getting angry. How do you feel getting insulted that way? You called me a slave, I called you a mad woman. We’re even.” He grinned. He f*****g grinned showing his teeth.
It triggered my anger more. “You’re crazy.”
“I get that compliment a lot. Now let’s go get you looking like a mature woman.” I didn’t know when a chuckle escaped me. But an annoyed one. Where in hell did the guy came from?
He got down the car and rounded to my side, opening it. “You must be cr
