Page 20 of Open for Negotiation
“Green.”
“What kind of green?”
“What do you mean? Just green.”
She sighs again and shakes her head. “You’re so closed-minded. There are so many kinds of green. Forest, lime, hunter, army, emerald.”
“Your eyes,” I say matter-of-factly because it’s true. Her eyes are my favorite shade of green.
She blinks rapidly then rolls her lips together. “That was… wow.”
“It’s the truth.” I shrug.
It’s moments like this that I craved with Miranda. I wanted the small, intimate moments that lay a foundation. Miranda never seemed interested in this side of a relationship, or hell, even a friendship. She was all physical connection all of the time.
Not that that is a bad thing, in theory, because I fucking love sex. Who doesn’t? But I am someone who enjoys conversation. I want to get to know someone for who they are, and I want to get to know Scarlett in every way.
“Forgive me if this is out of line, but how are things with Miranda? I know that she’s been making things really difficult for you lately, and I just wanted to check on you.”
Her question throws me off balance for a moment, because it’s like she’s reading my mind.
“Uh, well, it’s going.” I laugh it off but then really answer. “She’s not giving up easy. She’s causing trouble everywhere she can, but we are going behind her to fix what we are able. To be honest, she’s making things incredibly difficult on the work front.”
“If it makes you feel better, you’re doing a good job keeping that side of it way from the staff. We haven’t noticed any blowback from whatever she’s doing.”
“But the gossip?”
“Oh,” she waves her hand, “that’s a given. It’s like a church sewing circle in there.”
I shouldn’t laugh at that. As a business owner, and the topic of said gossip, I should be horrified, but the attitude and sense of humor is infectious.
So I laugh.
