jane (barad and jane):
The parking lot was blistering as the gates of hell; the heat wave that had besieged the town for the past two days showed little interest in taking its humidity elsewhere. Jane let out a small gasp as she lifted her flaxen mane off the back of her neck. She knew she shouldn’t be precisely where she was, again tempting the hand of fate to smack her around and perhaps shoot her right in the…attitude. But quite honestly, she didn’t care, she intended to deal with Mr. Sien and give him a piece of her mind. Working for him, that was business; and it had zero to do with his pleasure.
Azure eyes gazed out over the parking lot, watching customers come and go; some spotted her and waved, others walked right past without so much as a grunt. Jane was relieved no seemed in a particularly talkative mood. Barad had parked his silver Rolls Royce right next to the club’s neon sign. The mirror finish of the luxury automobile reflecting the garish greens, reds, golds and pinks that the enormous martini glass and seductive cat’s eyes created.
Jane wished for a cigarette, actually opening her purse to hunt for one before she remembered she’d given it up a few weeks previous. Her fingers brushed the gun that lived at the bottom of her handbag, its metal skin glittering deadly intent into the darkness surrounding it. If Barad determined to shove her around, Jane knew she could give a pretty decent account of herself. But somehow she didn’t think he’d even consider that; not in a public parking lot anyway.
Closing her purse with a snap, she tossed it on the car’s trunk, wanting nothing more than to kick off her shoes and lean back while she waited. Unhappily the gravel in the parking lot was not only scorching; it was not bare foot friendly. She wondered how long he was going to be, when she’d exited the club he was doing his best to charm the pants off of, Tryst; good luck on that score, Mr. Sien! Tryst was an ice castle in the middle of a frozen tundra…no one got to her, not anymore. As she had come to realize, Mr. Sien was used to getting his way and often overestimated his capacity to get it.
Jane had showered and changed before she left the club. Her taut pink dress embraced her shape as if anxious it would overlook an opportunity to show off her voluptuous curves. Sleeveless, her arms bare, the golden hue of her skin (a carefully nurtured tan) showed in opposition to the pink material, accenting both flawlessly. Once again revealing the nape of her neck to the comparatively cooler air, she found herself wishing she had thought to put it up.
Someone opened the back door of the club, gravel crunched beneath unwavering footfalls. Jane didn’t pay much attention, taking into account people had been coming and going the entire time she was waiting. Until she heard the sound of his voice, there was not mistaking the deep, pleasant baritone with a slight (indefinable) accent.
He was almost to the car before she realized it was him. Standing, she squared her shoulders and tossed back her golden tresses; a look in her indigo gaze that would have turned Medusa to stone. She was a vision, the neon of the martini glass kitty painting rainbows across her hair and eyes; the hues of the multicolored sign coming alive upon the satiny pink fabric of her dress. It was obvious he hadn’t anticipated seeing her again so soon. His steps slowed when he became aware of who was standing next to his car; his driver making a small sound of admiration when he spotted the stunning apparition.
“We need to have a conversation, Mr. Sien”
If ice could form words, they would have been envious of Jane’s tone. The simmering heat of the parking lot seemed to drop by 20 degrees. Barad considered momentarily that this must be what she sounded like before she pulled the trigger on a mark. His gaze falling, unwillingly, to her hands…which were blameless of a weapon. However, this didn’t mean she was defenseless; and he was wise enough to realize it.
Azure eyes gazed out over the parking lot, watching customers come and go; some spotted her and waved, others walked right past without so much as a grunt. Jane was relieved no seemed in a particularly talkative mood. Barad had parked his silver Rolls Royce right next to the club’s neon sign. The mirror finish of the luxury automobile reflecting the garish greens, reds, golds and pinks that the enormous martini glass and seductive cat’s eyes created.
Jane wished for a cigarette, actually opening her purse to hunt for one before she remembered she’d given it up a few weeks previous. Her fingers brushed the gun that lived at the bottom of her handbag, its metal skin glittering deadly intent into the darkness surrounding it. If Barad determined to shove her around, Jane knew she could give a pretty decent account of herself. But somehow she didn’t think he’d even consider that; not in a public parking lot anyway.
Closing her purse with a snap, she tossed it on the car’s trunk, wanting nothing more than to kick off her shoes and lean back while she waited. Unhappily the gravel in the parking lot was not only scorching; it was not bare foot friendly. She wondered how long he was going to be, when she’d exited the club he was doing his best to charm the pants off of, Tryst; good luck on that score, Mr. Sien! Tryst was an ice castle in the middle of a frozen tundra…no one got to her, not anymore. As she had come to realize, Mr. Sien was used to getting his way and often overestimated his capacity to get it.
Jane had showered and changed before she left the club. Her taut pink dress embraced her shape as if anxious it would overlook an opportunity to show off her voluptuous curves. Sleeveless, her arms bare, the golden hue of her skin (a carefully nurtured tan) showed in opposition to the pink material, accenting both flawlessly. Once again revealing the nape of her neck to the comparatively cooler air, she found herself wishing she had thought to put it up.
Someone opened the back door of the club, gravel crunched beneath unwavering footfalls. Jane didn’t pay much attention, taking into account people had been coming and going the entire time she was waiting. Until she heard the sound of his voice, there was not mistaking the deep, pleasant baritone with a slight (indefinable) accent.
He was almost to the car before she realized it was him. Standing, she squared her shoulders and tossed back her golden tresses; a look in her indigo gaze that would have turned Medusa to stone. She was a vision, the neon of the martini glass kitty painting rainbows across her hair and eyes; the hues of the multicolored sign coming alive upon the satiny pink fabric of her dress. It was obvious he hadn’t anticipated seeing her again so soon. His steps slowed when he became aware of who was standing next to his car; his driver making a small sound of admiration when he spotted the stunning apparition.
“We need to have a conversation, Mr. Sien”
If ice could form words, they would have been envious of Jane’s tone. The simmering heat of the parking lot seemed to drop by 20 degrees. Barad considered momentarily that this must be what she sounded like before she pulled the trigger on a mark. His gaze falling, unwillingly, to her hands…which were blameless of a weapon. However, this didn’t mean she was defenseless; and he was wise enough to realize it.