stops rubbing his eyes and stands up straight. “How much of your story that you’ve told me is true?”
I grin. “Pretty much none of it.”
He kind of collapses down in on himself and then laughs sadly. “I think we’re both going to hell.”
I start walking with him back to his store. “No, we’re not. Trust me. I’m doing everything I’m can to get my karmic balance back in line.”
“What about my karmic balance?” He stops half a block from the doors to Cartier.
I pat him on the shoulder. “Stop by Belinda’s New Age Wonders. We have some really great crystals and essential oils. I can fix you right up.”
He rolls his eyes to the sky. “God help me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
I’VE REALLY PULLED OUT ALL the stops. A trip to the Salvation Army store in Hell’s Kitchen has me totally tricked out. I have faux leather pants on in a nice, slightly skeezy snakeskin pattern, a hot pink blouse that’s completely see-through revealing a turquoise bra underneath, a white belted trench coat, and a baseball cap with giant sunglasses to complete the look. I put on a ton of make up and my hair is in a very messy bun. I look like the street version of Lindsay Lohan suffering the aftereffects of a serious bender. No one will doubt my star-status now.
Standing in front of the double wood doors of Doctor Oliver’s place has me nearly peeing my pants. I’ve never gone undercover before, but I am totally loving this. I keep my head down so they won’t see me too clearly in the camera. I have hives on my ass cheeks that no amount of scratching is going to fix, but I’m not going to let that stop me. Why? Because I’m Agent Double Oh Awesome, that’s why. Boom. Taking no prisoners today.
“May I help you?” the disembodied voice asks.
“Shay Dee here for Doctor O.” I practiced my street-rapper voice for two days straight. I sound so inner city right now.
The door buzzes and I have to really force myself to not dance over the threshold. I’m not really in yet. There’s still the bitch at the front desk to get past. Hopefully the snake venom lipgloss I found has puffed up my lips enough to make me unrecognizable. It sure is making my mouth itchy, so I hope it’ll be worth it.
I stop a few feet from the front desk. There’s an empty waiting room around me, and the girl in reception stands. She looks a lot less confident than she sounds over the speaker outside.
I tip my head down and look at her over my glasses, making sure to only move them the slightest bit. I don’t want to blow my cover.
“Yo,” I say before putting the glasses back up.
“Hello. Welcome to Oliver Cosmetic and Reconstructive Surgery Center. Can I get you a glass of water? Espresso? Tea? Tonic?” She laughs self-consciously. “Or beer, maybe? Wine?”
“Water,” I say, sounding as tough as possible. “The bubbly kind.”
She frowns for a split second but then goes back to acting like a bootlicker. “Please have a seat. I’ll be right back.”
“Make it quick,” I say in a bitchy tone. “I ain’t got all day.” I smack my gum for effect. Some of it sticks to my puffy lip, so I turn sideways to hide it.
“Of course.” The girl runs down a hallway as best she can in heels, and I can’t help but chuckle as I pull the gum off my face. Being famous is awesome when it comes to getting revenge. Who’s the mean-girl now? I would feel guilty, but she’s probably stuck-up all day long. I’m doing the world a favor bringing her down a peg or two.
I notice a stack of business cards on the desk and I reach over to grab a few, shoving them in my purse before she can return. I have no idea why. It’s not like I’m ever going to call this guy again, once I unload this ring on him. I back away from the desk and center myself in the room again.
She’s back in a flash with my Perrier and a glass. I ignore the glass and drop the bottle into my leopard-print bag, daring her to say anything about it.
She watches me for a
I grin. “Pretty much none of it.”
He kind of collapses down in on himself and then laughs sadly. “I think we’re both going to hell.”
I start walking with him back to his store. “No, we’re not. Trust me. I’m doing everything I’m can to get my karmic balance back in line.”
“What about my karmic balance?” He stops half a block from the doors to Cartier.
I pat him on the shoulder. “Stop by Belinda’s New Age Wonders. We have some really great crystals and essential oils. I can fix you right up.”
He rolls his eyes to the sky. “God help me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
I’VE REALLY PULLED OUT ALL the stops. A trip to the Salvation Army store in Hell’s Kitchen has me totally tricked out. I have faux leather pants on in a nice, slightly skeezy snakeskin pattern, a hot pink blouse that’s completely see-through revealing a turquoise bra underneath, a white belted trench coat, and a baseball cap with giant sunglasses to complete the look. I put on a ton of make up and my hair is in a very messy bun. I look like the street version of Lindsay Lohan suffering the aftereffects of a serious bender. No one will doubt my star-status now.
Standing in front of the double wood doors of Doctor Oliver’s place has me nearly peeing my pants. I’ve never gone undercover before, but I am totally loving this. I keep my head down so they won’t see me too clearly in the camera. I have hives on my ass cheeks that no amount of scratching is going to fix, but I’m not going to let that stop me. Why? Because I’m Agent Double Oh Awesome, that’s why. Boom. Taking no prisoners today.
“May I help you?” the disembodied voice asks.
“Shay Dee here for Doctor O.” I practiced my street-rapper voice for two days straight. I sound so inner city right now.
The door buzzes and I have to really force myself to not dance over the threshold. I’m not really in yet. There’s still the bitch at the front desk to get past. Hopefully the snake venom lipgloss I found has puffed up my lips enough to make me unrecognizable. It sure is making my mouth itchy, so I hope it’ll be worth it.
I stop a few feet from the front desk. There’s an empty waiting room around me, and the girl in reception stands. She looks a lot less confident than she sounds over the speaker outside.
I tip my head down and look at her over my glasses, making sure to only move them the slightest bit. I don’t want to blow my cover.
“Yo,” I say before putting the glasses back up.
“Hello. Welcome to Oliver Cosmetic and Reconstructive Surgery Center. Can I get you a glass of water? Espresso? Tea? Tonic?” She laughs self-consciously. “Or beer, maybe? Wine?”
“Water,” I say, sounding as tough as possible. “The bubbly kind.”
She frowns for a split second but then goes back to acting like a bootlicker. “Please have a seat. I’ll be right back.”
“Make it quick,” I say in a bitchy tone. “I ain’t got all day.” I smack my gum for effect. Some of it sticks to my puffy lip, so I turn sideways to hide it.
“Of course.” The girl runs down a hallway as best she can in heels, and I can’t help but chuckle as I pull the gum off my face. Being famous is awesome when it comes to getting revenge. Who’s the mean-girl now? I would feel guilty, but she’s probably stuck-up all day long. I’m doing the world a favor bringing her down a peg or two.
I notice a stack of business cards on the desk and I reach over to grab a few, shoving them in my purse before she can return. I have no idea why. It’s not like I’m ever going to call this guy again, once I unload this ring on him. I back away from the desk and center myself in the room again.
She’s back in a flash with my Perrier and a glass. I ignore the glass and drop the bottle into my leopard-print bag, daring her to say anything about it.
She watches me for a
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