a hot mess? I must meet this Dallas if he has you all hot and bothered. Clearly he’s of better stock than Wes is, that bastard. You won’t believe the crap he said to me when I went back to get my bags.”
If Ginnifer was capable of getting any angrier, steam would start pouring out of her ears to relieve the pressure building inside of her. Damn Tori and her selfish nature. It had never bothered her before. She began to feel her face crawling toward the color of a ripe tomato. She stopped, and with barely controlled fury compressed inside, demanded. “Why would I care what Wes said to you? Maybe you should’ve gotten the whole story out of Colt before dragging him here. Did it ever occur to you to check everything out before deciding it was a good idea? All of them went through some unnecessary anxiety because you took a shortcut to get what you want. Did you even hear a word I said?”
It looked like Tori had been ignoring everything that Ginnifer had said. She continued to flip through the magazine and stopped occasionally to admire something on the pages. She set the magazine aside and grabbed her purse off a nearby table. Tori pulled a file out of her purse and started to run it across her well-manicured nails in nonchalance. “Of course I did. You met a hot man that gets your motor running. The rest is incidental. Damn straight I did my homework. I knew that Emma was his ex. It didn’t mean anything to me in the grand scheme of things. It’s why I didn’t tell him exactly where we were going until we were almost here. He never would have come otherwise. The article needed to be written, Ginny. I’m sorry it stressed you out, but I have to look out for the best interests of my client. You do understand that, right?”
Earlier she had said that she hadn’t known what Novak Springs meant for Colt. It shouldn’t surprise her that Tori lied, but in that moment it did. Ginnifer was ready to pull every strand of Tori’s blonde hair out of her head. She was willing to bet everything she owned that Tori would look hideous bald. Let’s see how well her flirting attracted a man when she looks like a plucked chicken. She paused a minute in her thoughts to admire the creation her imagination had pulled inside her mind. It didn’t take long for her to find the humor of it all. The image was so amusing she started to laugh hysterically and had trouble breathing. Gasping for breath with each eruption of laughter made Tori sit up and take notice of the hilarity causing Ginnifer to grasp her chest and fall over on her bed.
“What the hell is so funny?” Tori asked.
All Ginnifer could manage to get out were the words, “hairless chicken.”
“I have no idea what your problem is, Ginny, but this is ridiculous. Seriously, what is going through that brain of yours? What the hell does a hairless chicken have to do with what we were talking about? You do realize chickens don’t have hair, right? They have feathers, damn it stop laughing.”
Ginnifer had finally managed to get her breathing under control and sat up on the bed. The smile never left her face as she pictured what Tori would look like without any hair on her head. Comical didn’t even come close to describing what that image looked like floating through her brain. She really didn’t want to explain that Tori being bald was her amusement of choice, so she shrugged it off. “No need to worry about it. I am seriously slap happy right now and desperately in need of a nap. I want you to know one thing before I crash until dinner, though.”
Tori raised her eyebrow questioningly at Ginnifer. “What’s that?”
“If you ever pull any of that bullshit on me again, I will quit speaking to you. Listen to me when I say this. I’m not a tool in your repertoire to use to further your agenda. What I’m supposed to be is your best friend, and if you want my help, you owe me all of the details. I don’t give a fuck what your reasons are, we’ll be done forever
If Ginnifer was capable of getting any angrier, steam would start pouring out of her ears to relieve the pressure building inside of her. Damn Tori and her selfish nature. It had never bothered her before. She began to feel her face crawling toward the color of a ripe tomato. She stopped, and with barely controlled fury compressed inside, demanded. “Why would I care what Wes said to you? Maybe you should’ve gotten the whole story out of Colt before dragging him here. Did it ever occur to you to check everything out before deciding it was a good idea? All of them went through some unnecessary anxiety because you took a shortcut to get what you want. Did you even hear a word I said?”
It looked like Tori had been ignoring everything that Ginnifer had said. She continued to flip through the magazine and stopped occasionally to admire something on the pages. She set the magazine aside and grabbed her purse off a nearby table. Tori pulled a file out of her purse and started to run it across her well-manicured nails in nonchalance. “Of course I did. You met a hot man that gets your motor running. The rest is incidental. Damn straight I did my homework. I knew that Emma was his ex. It didn’t mean anything to me in the grand scheme of things. It’s why I didn’t tell him exactly where we were going until we were almost here. He never would have come otherwise. The article needed to be written, Ginny. I’m sorry it stressed you out, but I have to look out for the best interests of my client. You do understand that, right?”
Earlier she had said that she hadn’t known what Novak Springs meant for Colt. It shouldn’t surprise her that Tori lied, but in that moment it did. Ginnifer was ready to pull every strand of Tori’s blonde hair out of her head. She was willing to bet everything she owned that Tori would look hideous bald. Let’s see how well her flirting attracted a man when she looks like a plucked chicken. She paused a minute in her thoughts to admire the creation her imagination had pulled inside her mind. It didn’t take long for her to find the humor of it all. The image was so amusing she started to laugh hysterically and had trouble breathing. Gasping for breath with each eruption of laughter made Tori sit up and take notice of the hilarity causing Ginnifer to grasp her chest and fall over on her bed.
“What the hell is so funny?” Tori asked.
All Ginnifer could manage to get out were the words, “hairless chicken.”
“I have no idea what your problem is, Ginny, but this is ridiculous. Seriously, what is going through that brain of yours? What the hell does a hairless chicken have to do with what we were talking about? You do realize chickens don’t have hair, right? They have feathers, damn it stop laughing.”
Ginnifer had finally managed to get her breathing under control and sat up on the bed. The smile never left her face as she pictured what Tori would look like without any hair on her head. Comical didn’t even come close to describing what that image looked like floating through her brain. She really didn’t want to explain that Tori being bald was her amusement of choice, so she shrugged it off. “No need to worry about it. I am seriously slap happy right now and desperately in need of a nap. I want you to know one thing before I crash until dinner, though.”
Tori raised her eyebrow questioningly at Ginnifer. “What’s that?”
“If you ever pull any of that bullshit on me again, I will quit speaking to you. Listen to me when I say this. I’m not a tool in your repertoire to use to further your agenda. What I’m supposed to be is your best friend, and if you want my help, you owe me all of the details. I don’t give a fuck what your reasons are, we’ll be done forever
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