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Chapter Sixteen
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09 October 2012
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Lt. Eve Dallas glared at the patrons of the high class salon. Mavis kicked her ankle and she settled down to ignoring them. Whispers including her name and Roarke’s trickled under the noise of beauty being created. It helped that Mavis was asked for her autograph repeatedly. She held on for ten minutes, then surged to her feet. Mavis latched onto her arm like a bull terrier. Before a silent battle could rage, Trina swept into the lounge. Eve froze, eyes wide.
“Let her go,” Trina sneered, “and go lay down.” She pointed to a red door.
Eve trudged off as ordered. Mavis settled into a chair beside the gel tank Trina’s assistant all but threw her into. Eve assumed Mavis had filled her in, as no one spoke for the first hour. “I can’t do it,” she finally said, miserable.
“You mean you won’t,” Trina pointed out, carefully massaging oils into the delicate skin over Eve’s ribs. She and Mavis both gave the protruding bones pitying looks. The third order into martial law, only twelve hours after the secession of the second, had worn Eve’s body to bones. “It’s not so bad, Dallas. Roarke used to date models that were skinnier.” She couldn’t think of one right off hand, but Trina knew Eve wouldn’t know either, so she began to rattle off names.
Mavis joined in. “That one must have weighed ten pounds less than you, Dallas, and she was taller, six feet.”
“Six one,” Trina corrected, blew a bubble from the wad of gum she stuck into her mouth. “He kept her for a month.”
“Really?” Eve raised her head from the treatment table, looked at both of them hopefully. Then thought how pathetic it was to hope your husband’s ex-lover looked worse than you did. She dropped her head back down onto the table. “I can’t go to him looking this bad.”
Mavis took one nearly skeletal hand , Trina the other. “I’ll fix you up, Dallas. Mavis, call Leonardo, let’s see what he can do with the sex wear. Get ahold of Louise, tell her to bring her bag here. Peabody’s got to be somewhere close, she doesn’t get too far away from Dallas.“ Another time, Eve would have been appreciative of Trina’s turn into a general planning a campaign. But now, she closed her eyes and focused on trying to sip at the protein drink Mavis had shoved into her hand. “And this time, Dallas, we’re gonna make sure he knows what’s on the agenda.” She patted Dallas’ ass, then stepped to her computer. “Any other time I got some woman wants a miracle wrap that’s gonna take twenty pounds off her. Now I got you wanting thirty on. Gotta look up the supermodel websites, see what we got.”
“Let her go,” Trina sneered, “and go lay down.” She pointed to a red door.
Eve trudged off as ordered. Mavis settled into a chair beside the gel tank Trina’s assistant all but threw her into. Eve assumed Mavis had filled her in, as no one spoke for the first hour. “I can’t do it,” she finally said, miserable.
“You mean you won’t,” Trina pointed out, carefully massaging oils into the delicate skin over Eve’s ribs. She and Mavis both gave the protruding bones pitying looks. The third order into martial law, only twelve hours after the secession of the second, had worn Eve’s body to bones. “It’s not so bad, Dallas. Roarke used to date models that were skinnier.” She couldn’t think of one right off hand, but Trina knew Eve wouldn’t know either, so she began to rattle off names.
Mavis joined in. “That one must have weighed ten pounds less than you, Dallas, and she was taller, six feet.”
“Six one,” Trina corrected, blew a bubble from the wad of gum she stuck into her mouth. “He kept her for a month.”
“Really?” Eve raised her head from the treatment table, looked at both of them hopefully. Then thought how pathetic it was to hope your husband’s ex-lover looked worse than you did. She dropped her head back down onto the table. “I can’t go to him looking this bad.”
Mavis took one nearly skeletal hand , Trina the other. “I’ll fix you up, Dallas. Mavis, call Leonardo, let’s see what he can do with the sex wear. Get ahold of Louise, tell her to bring her bag here. Peabody’s got to be somewhere close, she doesn’t get too far away from Dallas.“ Another time, Eve would have been appreciative of Trina’s turn into a general planning a campaign. But now, she closed her eyes and focused on trying to sip at the protein drink Mavis had shoved into her hand. “And this time, Dallas, we’re gonna make sure he knows what’s on the agenda.” She patted Dallas’ ass, then stepped to her computer. “Any other time I got some woman wants a miracle wrap that’s gonna take twenty pounds off her. Now I got you wanting thirty on. Gotta look up the supermodel websites, see what we got.”
