"Miss Elliot, we've come to a decision," the guy in the pink unicorn tie droned on. His glasses were inches away from falling off his nose and his leather file he was clutching to his chest looked as old and tattered as my great grandma Jane. Ugh, I know what they're gonna say. "Miss Elliot, you're -" he started befor...
"eBay is pretty useless. I tried to look up lighters and all they had was 13,749 matches," I laughed, nervously as his hot breath fanned my face. His breathing was rough and he bore through me with his electric green eyes. "I want to fucking kill you right here. Right now." he growled. He sounded like a werewolf. Imag...