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Mona didn’t interrupt, which was considerate, instead waiting patiently while I finished talking to the potential buyers

I sized her up with furtive glances as I chatted

I had no notion of why she was there My best guess was that she wanted to ask about a work of art But whatever the reason she was there, she was dressed to kill in a tight black dress with a plunging neckline that didn’t look anywhere near capable of holding her ridiculously huge brsts inside of it

She was taller than I was to begin with, but her four-inch heels had her towering over me I didn’t like that For some reason, I would have liked it much better if she was shorter And certainly, I could have done without those obnoxious fake brsts of hers I really didn’t want to talk to her Not for any reason

I handed the couple my card, and they departed

I turned to Mona with a professional smile plastered on my face "Good afternoon How ing, even She was certainly pretty, and striking enough, with full lips and dark, mysterious eyes I was not particularly charmed by her beauty, but then, how could I be?

"Danika Markova," she began It was not a proe by her demeanor alone, she was much more pleased to meet me than I was her "I’m Mona Biello Has Tristan told you about me?"

I blinked at her, all sorts of confused "Excuse me?"

Her set a cup of coffee with hed, seeing no way around it She’d putto my workplace "Why not? Lead on"

I nodded at Sandra on my way out "I’ll be back in fifteen minutes," I told her quietly

"Make it thirty," Mona said loudly, that char at her back as I followed her

She walked fast, ait

That was fine I’d get there when I got there I knew the way, and I wasn’t rushing for her