"I didn't like my boss." I found myself saying. Evelyn blinked, his expression shifting to a frown.
"What did he say?" He asked slowly. I blinked at him, stupid me... stupid his eyes.
"What?" I asked sounding very clever indeed... could people get drunk by looking at pretty eyes? Perhaps.
"What did he say to you Hazel?" He asked again, his voice a little more lower. I could only imagine what was going through his head.
"It's not what he said- more like what he did." I quickly corrected myself. Evelyn's eyes only darkened, his frown deepening a little more. I thought about what I had said, OK that sounded even worse than what I'd said before.
"It's not what you think." I reassured quickly, my amazing plan of not revealing anything falling apart. I remembered that calm voice Antonio had used, he probably- no definitely- had had a gun in his hand or something. Evelyn remained quiet.
"Fine Hazel, tell me, or I'm going to continue on believing what I'm thinking right now." I coughed.
"Well even if you do Evelyn... you don't even know where I work." I nodded, Evelyn's eyes narrowed, his mouth forming a straight line.
"Oh believe me Hazel; I have a lot of ways to find out just where you worked." He sounded so serious about it too, his voice going a little cold. "You're not making yourself out to be very innocent right now." I stared back blankly.
"Ehem, well... erm..." I stared at him some more. "That's nice and all but I don't think I would appreciate that" Another pause. "Look, Evelyn, just let me handle this, I don't want you getting hurt." If Evelyn would have had enough emotion in his body he would have probably done a double take at what I said. For more than one reason.
"You think- you think I would get hurt?" he seemed to be trying to maintain his composure, I glanced over his muscled body.
"Yes well, Evelyn, you aren't as stealthy as me- not that you would need to be stealthy." I sighed. "Look we'll talk after we've eaten because I don't know about you but I'm starving." Evelyn didn't seem to know what to tell me off about. The fact that I had already eaten two doughnuts and picked at yesterday's left overs or that I would probably use the time between food being made to make up a believable story, which I was planning to do. At the end he sighed and rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefinger, seemingly giving up on life.
"So I guess you can start cooking, and I'll make myself comfortable." I smiled cheerfully; Evelyn's eyes flickered back to me.
"It's your turn to cook." He pointed out, finally shrugging off his jacket. I choked.
"No it is not I distinctly remember cooking yesterday..." I trailed off. OK, maybe it was my turn to cook but honestly I couldn't move a single part of my body without it hurting. And my right leg was starting to burn up again.
I decided it was time to put my amazing acting skills in use and let my shoulders slump, "I mean alright you've caught me out, I didn't cook yesterday but I'm... tired." I shrugged trying not to wince at having to shrug, letting my voice sound all weary. "I just want to sit down," I tried making eye contact myself since it seemed to have worked so perfectly for Evelyn. Evelyn just stared back, opening his mouth to say something but I started before he could. "Could you just... please... cook today?" Evelyn coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't know I'd get so tried after filing all those... files..." Well I had been looking at files- not just looking at them.
"Fine" he muttered and walked out.
I slumped down onto the sofa, and then quickly sat up. "EVELYN!" I let out a graceful screech. He jumped near the doorway and cursed to himself.
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Forced Vows
General Fiction"I'm wondering...where you go if you don't have work" I said coldly. "Why would you care?" he asked, his voice strained. "Because I have the misfortune of being your wife" I said sweetly. He narrowed his eyes. "Don't talk to me like that Hazel" he s...
