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VOGUE BY MADONNA
CAT
It’s not until I reach my desk and slam my bag down that I realize that, in my anger, I walked into Jolie with my sneakers on. I can practically hear the walls groaning in distaste. Wincing, I grab my heels from my purse while simultaneously struggling to slip off my flats.
“You okay?” Sophie asks as she turns her chair in my direction. We share a cubicle, which comes in handy during the day when we want to partake in office gossip. As the new girls, one of us having dark skin and the other wide hips, we don’t exactly fit in. Not that we give a shit. Or at least that’s what Sophie tells me.
“Why the fuck would we want to fit in?” she said. “I’d rather be me or you any day of the week.”
I shake my head and tug at my sneaker. “This prick scared me as I was getting off the train, and I hurt myself punching him.”
“Oh my God, did you call the cops?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “No, I mean, I knew who he was.”
She gives me a horrified look.
“After the fact…likeafterhe scared the shit out of me andafterI punched him, I realized who he was.”
She laughs. “Shit, you must have been mortified. Is he cute?”
I huff. “Annoyedis what I was. Who the hell grabs someone and purrs in their ear when they’re getting off a train? He should have known he’d get punched.”
“He purred in your ear?” she asks, bouncing a little in her seat.
I roll my eyes. “He called me Kitten in a low voice. It sounded like a purr.” With both shoes on, I hide my flats under my desk.
When I look back up at Sophie, her lips are pressed together tight, like she’s trying to hold back a smile. “He called you Kitten?”
“Why are you repeating everything I say?”
“What does he look like?” she asks, tilting her head and completely ignoring my question.
I throw my hands up in aggravation and then wince in pain. “I don’t know. Tall, blond hair, glacier blue eyes, broad shoulders—”
I clamp my mouth shut when I see the smile Sophie can no longer hide lifting her lips.
“Go on,” she says.
I scowl. “What’s so amusing?”
“Glacierblue eyes?”
I huff. “What? They’re really light. Like the color of ice.”
“Ice doesn’t have a color.”
“Why are you being so difficult? I had a really shitty morning.”
She laughs. “Not as bad as the icicle, apparently. Did you break his nose?”
It’s my turn to bite back a smile. “I think I did.”
Her laugh turns into an honest-to-God guffaw. “Oh my god, you totally broke the hottie’s nose after he called you Kitten. This is too good! How do you know him?”
My face heats. Fuck, I punched my boss in the nose. I sit up straight and spin toward my desk. “Don’t we have work to do?”
