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Authors: Lisa Gillis
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and have things sent over all day, every day!”
Jack sent Marissa a searching look, and she knew he was feeling guilty about pairing her for a day out with this particular woman. He was giving her an excuse, if she wanted it, but she nodded in agreement with Leanna.
With a last searching look, he muttered something about going upstairs for his billfold, and she couldn’t help but feel happy he was now so nervous.
Shouldn’t he feel uneasy sending two women off together who had both experienced his penis?
Interrupting Marissa’s humorous musings, Leanna declared, “No time to wait. I have accounts. We can settle later.”
With another bright smile, the girl said her goodbyes. First, to Dax who crashed his virtual car while basking in her attention, then to Tristan who did not look up.
Crossing to her tiny gamer for a good-bye kiss, Marissa ignored the voice prompting her to correct her son’s manners. Suddenly, processing what had been said, she paused in horror looking at Jack who was again texting on his phone. No way would Jack let Leanna buy her dress, even on a loan, right?
Fortunately, his judgment was not that far lacking, and returning his phone to its clip, he shook his head. “Thanks, but Mariss may as well set up her own accounts, right? Once you get her addicted to LA shopping, there will be plenty more days like this.”
Jack shot a humorous smile their way before exiting the room, and although she grinned back, mentally she retorted otherwise.
There would be no more days with Leanna Miranda Gavin!
Several minutes later, she was belted in Leanna Miranda’s Bimmer. Gated driveways intersected the winding residential road every hundred feet or so, and the gate guarded houses were no more visible today than they had been in the dark last night upon arrival.
“So,” Leanna broke the ice, “I am in love with Tristan! How adorable is he!”
“Yeah, I agree. But I am, after all, his mother.” Automatically, Marissa answered, but for no particular reason, Leanna’s interest in their son irritated her.
“Nice car,” Marissa volleyed back. She had no desire to converse with Leanna. She was simply upholding a social expectation.
“Thanks! I wanted it in red because the one I traded in was white. But the dealer said it would take a week to order a red convertible. This one was already there. And, what’s the point of a whim buy if you don’t drive home in the whim you bought? You know?”
“Yeah. I know.” Marissa let her smile go wide enough to crinkle her eyes, and then rolled them as she turned away to the window on her side.
An entire afternoon of this?
Marissa already suspected that the dress was going to cost more than she had once made in a single paycheck and had mentally prepared herself for adaptation. However, to have Leanna Miranda prattle on about the inconvenience of purchasing a BMW as an impulse buy, when Marissa had lain awake nights trying to plan how to pay medical bills was maddening.
The sales girl, introduced as Gigi, knew Leanna Miranda on sight and fawned over her like a favored customer. When Marissa handed over ‘Jack Storms’ credit card, the young woman’s eyes lit and this exclusive bubble stretched to include her as well as Leanna.
As Gigi began pecking away on her tablet, setting up a sales account, Miranda quickly led Marissa to an alcove in the store.
“Thought we might want to get a look at the dresses before she begins pushing them at us. She really doesn’t have the best taste.” Leanna scooped her hair over her shoulder and went on to whisper, “I never have the heart to tell her to leave me alone though...”
Maybe the lingerina wasn’t a total snob. Marissa pulled her gaze from the other woman’s sleek mane of hair to the dresses being pulled from various racks. Trepidation caused her hand to shake as she put it out exploring a black gown.
“Not black,” Leanna instructed, and Marissa noticed her accomplice was flipping through
Jack sent Marissa a searching look, and she knew he was feeling guilty about pairing her for a day out with this particular woman. He was giving her an excuse, if she wanted it, but she nodded in agreement with Leanna.
With a last searching look, he muttered something about going upstairs for his billfold, and she couldn’t help but feel happy he was now so nervous.
Shouldn’t he feel uneasy sending two women off together who had both experienced his penis?
Interrupting Marissa’s humorous musings, Leanna declared, “No time to wait. I have accounts. We can settle later.”
With another bright smile, the girl said her goodbyes. First, to Dax who crashed his virtual car while basking in her attention, then to Tristan who did not look up.
Crossing to her tiny gamer for a good-bye kiss, Marissa ignored the voice prompting her to correct her son’s manners. Suddenly, processing what had been said, she paused in horror looking at Jack who was again texting on his phone. No way would Jack let Leanna buy her dress, even on a loan, right?
Fortunately, his judgment was not that far lacking, and returning his phone to its clip, he shook his head. “Thanks, but Mariss may as well set up her own accounts, right? Once you get her addicted to LA shopping, there will be plenty more days like this.”
Jack shot a humorous smile their way before exiting the room, and although she grinned back, mentally she retorted otherwise.
There would be no more days with Leanna Miranda Gavin!
Several minutes later, she was belted in Leanna Miranda’s Bimmer. Gated driveways intersected the winding residential road every hundred feet or so, and the gate guarded houses were no more visible today than they had been in the dark last night upon arrival.
“So,” Leanna broke the ice, “I am in love with Tristan! How adorable is he!”
“Yeah, I agree. But I am, after all, his mother.” Automatically, Marissa answered, but for no particular reason, Leanna’s interest in their son irritated her.
“Nice car,” Marissa volleyed back. She had no desire to converse with Leanna. She was simply upholding a social expectation.
“Thanks! I wanted it in red because the one I traded in was white. But the dealer said it would take a week to order a red convertible. This one was already there. And, what’s the point of a whim buy if you don’t drive home in the whim you bought? You know?”
“Yeah. I know.” Marissa let her smile go wide enough to crinkle her eyes, and then rolled them as she turned away to the window on her side.
An entire afternoon of this?
Marissa already suspected that the dress was going to cost more than she had once made in a single paycheck and had mentally prepared herself for adaptation. However, to have Leanna Miranda prattle on about the inconvenience of purchasing a BMW as an impulse buy, when Marissa had lain awake nights trying to plan how to pay medical bills was maddening.
The sales girl, introduced as Gigi, knew Leanna Miranda on sight and fawned over her like a favored customer. When Marissa handed over ‘Jack Storms’ credit card, the young woman’s eyes lit and this exclusive bubble stretched to include her as well as Leanna.
As Gigi began pecking away on her tablet, setting up a sales account, Miranda quickly led Marissa to an alcove in the store.
“Thought we might want to get a look at the dresses before she begins pushing them at us. She really doesn’t have the best taste.” Leanna scooped her hair over her shoulder and went on to whisper, “I never have the heart to tell her to leave me alone though...”
Maybe the lingerina wasn’t a total snob. Marissa pulled her gaze from the other woman’s sleek mane of hair to the dresses being pulled from various racks. Trepidation caused her hand to shake as she put it out exploring a black gown.
“Not black,” Leanna instructed, and Marissa noticed her accomplice was flipping through
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