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The woman was downright terrifying.
She stood before you, dressed in whites and reds. As she paced in front of you, her heels sounded on the hardwood floor.
Click.
Clack.
Click.
Clack.
She investigated her nails, feigning disinterest. But she never left your sights, and she absolutely knew what she was doing.
Man, and she was so beautiful too.
Her clothing hugged her curves, tight against the skin of her body. Everything about her screamed expensive, like she was quietly bragging about the fabric draped over her body. Her earrings flickered in the exhibit light and there wasn’t a speck of dust on the stark whiteness of her clothes.
“Are you the best they had to offer?” She asked.
Your face erupted in color. “Um, I’m not sure if I’m allowed to answer that.”
She grinned. You ignored the way it made your heart flutter. “You don’t have to, beautiful.”
She approached one of the sculptures, a little too close for comfort. If it was any other person, you would’ve scolded them for getting too close, but you weren’t even sure you could get a word out with her. Her eyes scanned it up and down, before she reached out and dragged her nails across the smooth marble, as if admiring it.
It was a pretty sculpture. A nude woman made of white marble, looking forlornly in the distance. It seemed almost realistic, the softness of her skin soft and supple, like it was a human cut from stone. It was very reminiscent of Classical Greek statues. The artist had put a lot of time in it.
Then, she turned to you, eyebrow arched.
“You’re not doing a very good job at stopping me.”
You didn’t respond.
She wrapped her arm around the shoulders sculpture. Then, her hand came up to rest flirtingly on the chest of the statue. She didn’t break eye contact, still wearing that fox grin. She twisted her body, falling into the lap of the statue gracefully and quite dramatically with a sigh
“The cops will be here any minute.” You threatened. Or perhaps you were warning her, almost begging her to get away before anything could happen.
“You think I’m a novice?” She laughed, stretching her body. “I’ve done this before.”
You looked away. Who were you dealing with?
She sat upright, still in the lap. “You know, people like you are supposed to run.” She stated, now holding an expensive looking necklace. She held up in the light, watching as a rainbow of greens refracted through the crystals. She smiled. “Now, this is nice, don’t you think, beautiful?”
You didn’t respond.
“What’s the use.” She sighed. “You’re not very talkative are you?”
Still no response. Regardless of this...flirting (this was flirting, right?), something about her screamed danger. She knew exactly what she was doing, everything playing out exactly like she had envisioned. No, she was not a novice. This was her playing field.
But. She was pretty. Her skin was tanned and clear of any blemishes. She was tall and curvy. Her dark eyes sparkled in the light, as if they were made of diamonds. And those lips, plump and pink, were curved into a smile.
Fuck, you were done for. What was wrong with you?
At that thought, the sound of police sirens began to grow louder. She sighed, looking down at her watch. “They always ruin the party.”
“Tends to be their job.” You offered with a tight lipped smile.
She scoffed. “Without me, they’d be jobless.”
Then, she turned to you. “You’re funny, little rabbit.”
She raised her hand to the sky, and it was only a second later you realized she had a gun. Fear struck through you, but she did not point towards you. Rather, she angled it at the skylight and fired, breaking the glass. With the loud bang, the glass came cascading down, sprinkling the both of you with fragments of crystal.
You gasped, taking a step backwards.
When things calmed down, you realized she was gone. All that was left was a striking bright red kiss mark on the cheek of the statue.
Your chest twisted in the most pleasant way possible.
Oh, you were totally getting fired.