VelmaJones6
''"I didn't think it was relevant."
The blonde woman leans forward, sliding a stray strand of hair to the side before pushing herself off the bed and striding towards Lena in a way that seems meant to be threatening, but that, in her intoxicated state, mostly looks ridiculous. She stands a step away from the nanny, her face inching dangerously close to her employee's. tempestuous oceans of blue sending waves of rage through the aggressiveness of her stare.
"In what world would my daughter's whereabouts not be relevant to me?"
A hot breath brushes across Lena's face, a way to familiar smell suddenly filling up her nostrils.
She snaps.
"Since when the fuck do you care about what your daughter does?" Lena whispers harshly to the other woman, her hands twitching as they long to shove the blonde backwards. The glare at one another, neither one of them willing to back down on their staring contest.''