I dove unceremoniously under the table on which we had been working, my ass sticking out like a large, corduroy ottoman. Pens in hand, I began to back out, craning my neck to better miss the table legs when my eyes fell on an exquisite pair of mint green suede Coach pumps at the bottom of the most elegant mint green trousers, so close I could make out the hand stitching on the hemline. I backed out, but not far enough, raising my head smack into the table edge.
“Shit,” I declared in the most unladylike of ways. Tipping back onto my rump afforded me a better perspective on Sonya Sterling’s matching cashmere twin set in the most spring-like hue of green. From this perspective, she appeared seven feet tall and seventy pounds in total. Sonya straightened her simple Paloma Picasso gold cross earrings and re-tucked her crown of highlighted hair behind her ears as I slid, crotch first, out from under the table.
“Well hello there,” she purred as I rose to meet her smirk. With legs like a gazelle and hips narrower than her Coach satchel, Sonya appeared to be little more than a walking stick, the human form of the insect which everyone pretends to find so fascinating yet which actually creeps out those not afraid to admit it.
“Shit,” I declared in the most unladylike of ways. Tipping back onto my rump afforded me a better perspective on Sonya Sterling’s matching cashmere twin set in the most spring-like hue of green. From this perspective, she appeared seven feet tall and seventy pounds in total. Sonya straightened her simple Paloma Picasso gold cross earrings and re-tucked her crown of highlighted hair behind her ears as I slid, crotch first, out from under the table.
“Well hello there,” she purred as I rose to meet her smirk. With legs like a gazelle and hips narrower than her Coach satchel, Sonya appeared to be little more than a walking stick, the human form of the insect which everyone pretends to find so fascinating yet which actually creeps out those not afraid to admit it.
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