Played By Riggs

3

It was never, not once, a good thing when others didn't listen, however - that shit really pissed me off. Especially when it was a handsome man with brown eyes that suppressed the whole dominating role. I've held that character for as long as I can remember. Hell, in school I was the bossy one within my group of friends, the one who planned things more than needed, and got frustrated when they jacked up.

As of now, I was stood on dirt, staring at open space. A lot of it, too - open space, and dirt. My beige heels weren't very high, at least 3 inches, but they were beige.

"You could have mentioned there would be a lot of mud," I snapped, staring down at the squelch beneath me. "I would have worn something more suitable."

James glanced in my direction, and his eyes held mine for about 2 seconds before they analysed my outfit; cropped black trousers and a beige blouse with black blazer. All expensive pieces that I wanted to keep dirt free, especially the two dimes on my feet.

"I figured open space would have been clear enough for you," James raised his eyebrows. "Were you expecting cement and stairs?"

I bit my tongue to keep silent, because he listed exactly what I was expecting. Because, as large as this empty space was, it would take too long to develop. Time didn't come easily, especially in the fitness business with celebrities promoting wait training corsets and smoothies full of artificial shit, so if I were to definitely do business with James, we would ideally need something already built, something fast.

"I can't walk through that," I told him. My heels would sink, and although that may make a great picture for the cover of the newspaper, I wasn't quite up for it. "Look, from what I can see, this place is great. Really. But we would not have the time to develop it into its optimal."

"What would be the rush? Before we even think about designing we would need to purchase equipment, make menu's and so on. You're talking at least a month, if not more, before we even have everything planned down to a tee."

"But we would save so much time if we moved into something, rather than build."

"Yes, perhaps we would. But at least come and see what the space looks out on before you make up your mind."

I let out an exhale of breath. I definitely wasn't walking across in my heels, and the mud wasn't too wet. Hell, it looked like I was going bare foot.

"What are you doing?" James asked as I pulled my heels off my feet.

"Going bare foot. What does it look like?"

 "Well, then. Shall we?"

I grit my teeth at the laughter in his voice. Not that I could blame him. My face probably looked quite the picture, because after all, I was walking through damp mud with no shoes on. I'm sure he'd look the exact same.

"It could be worse..." James trailed off, "a paparazzi could snap a pic of this little situation."

Little situation? I glanced up to see a grin on his face.

"Riggsby's still willing to get down and dirty..." he continued. 

I laughed. "I'm really starting to think you're undercover. These headlines are too accurate."

He smiled at me, gave a shrug. "I read the newspaper a lot, and you're always in it. They don't ever take it easy on you, do they?"

"Why would they?" I snorted. "I'm a successful woman. They dig their claws into me at any chance they can, especially for my sexual activities. I can't leave a different apartment without it meaning I just had a one night stand."