that she overcorrected and took two giant steps in the opposite direction.
She regretted her backward movement as soon as Evelyn stepped forward and wound her skinny arms around Mitchell’s neck, giving him a long, lingering hug.
“It’s so good to see you,” she said in a soft, breathy voice.
Julie almost winced at the expression on the other woman’s face. She might as well have screamed,
Take me back and let me have your boring babies
.
Mitchell cleared his throat and cut a glance at Julie.
“Ev, this is Julie Greene.”
“Oh!” Evelyn said, as though she’d just now noticed Mitchell had entered with another woman. She turned slowly to face Julie. Her cornflower-blue eyes skimmed over Julie in a subtly condescending manner, the gesture so brief and well done that any man would have missed the bitchiness of it. But Julie didn’t.
She returned the favor. If someone had asked her to sketch out the female version of Mitchell, it would have looked a lot like this. The floor-length, one-shouldered black gown was fashionable yet conservative. The long, wavy strawberry-blond hair was feminine but not overtly sexy. She had straight, even features and a thin, boyish body.
The only thing interesting about her was her eyes, which had turned frosty when they fell on Julie.
“Ms. Greene,” Evelyn said, extending a bony hand. She didn’t take the necessary step to close the gap between them, requiring Julie to do the moving to shake her hand.
Instead, Julie matched Evelyn’s gesture, extending her own hand without moving her feet, so that there was a good foot of space between their extended fingers. Julie thought sheheard Mitchell cough out a horrified laugh.
Julie raised an eyebrow, and they had a silent pissing contest until Evelyn slowly lowered her hand and narrowed her eyes. “I’m familiar with your work, Ms. Greene. I have friends who are big fans, although I confess
Stiletto
’s not my usual reading unless I’m in the dentist’s waiting area and desperate,” she said with a little laugh.
“Of course.
Stiletto
’s meant to be fun and enjoyable. Certainly not for everybody.”
Evelyn’s eye twitched as though trying to figure out if she’d been insulted, but Julie pressed on. “I’m afraid you have me at the disadvantage in introductions. You are …?”
Mitchell stepped forward, attempting to ease the introductions, but Evelyn stopped him with a hand on his chest. Julie swallowed away the lump in her throat at the proprietary movement.
“You don’t follow politics, Ms. Greene?”
“Too busy shoe shopping, I guess. And hanging out with Mitchell.”
Julie intentionally let her gaze drift to Mitchell’s crotch, and he gave her an exasperated look. Before Evelyn could swipe back, Senator Blake ended his conversation with a constituent in the neighboring box and headed their way.
Julie was disappointed. Other than her ongoing feud with Kelli Kearns in the office, she rarely had a good catfight.
“Mitchell, good to see you again, boy,” the senator said as he shook Mitchell’s hand.
“You too, Senator.”
Senator Blake grunted. “How many times have I told you to call me John?”
“John,” Mitchell amended.
The senator turned to Julie, his expression curious but more openly friendly than his daughter’s. “And who’s this?”
“This is Julie Greene, Dad,” Evelyn cooed. “She’s a sex columnist.”
It was intended as a barb, but Julie rolled with it. “Guilty. I hope I’m not sullying your box, Senator.”
Senator Blake threw back his head and laughed. Already Julie liked him better than his daughter. He looked like the quintessential American senator: tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair, strong features, a big voice.
His daughter, on the other hand, was the quintessential shrew: pinched face, snobbish,and currently all over Julie’s boyfriend. Julie tried to keep her eyes on the senator as he regaled her with some story about his pre-politics career in
She regretted her backward movement as soon as Evelyn stepped forward and wound her skinny arms around Mitchell’s neck, giving him a long, lingering hug.
“It’s so good to see you,” she said in a soft, breathy voice.
Julie almost winced at the expression on the other woman’s face. She might as well have screamed,
Take me back and let me have your boring babies
.
Mitchell cleared his throat and cut a glance at Julie.
“Ev, this is Julie Greene.”
“Oh!” Evelyn said, as though she’d just now noticed Mitchell had entered with another woman. She turned slowly to face Julie. Her cornflower-blue eyes skimmed over Julie in a subtly condescending manner, the gesture so brief and well done that any man would have missed the bitchiness of it. But Julie didn’t.
She returned the favor. If someone had asked her to sketch out the female version of Mitchell, it would have looked a lot like this. The floor-length, one-shouldered black gown was fashionable yet conservative. The long, wavy strawberry-blond hair was feminine but not overtly sexy. She had straight, even features and a thin, boyish body.
The only thing interesting about her was her eyes, which had turned frosty when they fell on Julie.
“Ms. Greene,” Evelyn said, extending a bony hand. She didn’t take the necessary step to close the gap between them, requiring Julie to do the moving to shake her hand.
Instead, Julie matched Evelyn’s gesture, extending her own hand without moving her feet, so that there was a good foot of space between their extended fingers. Julie thought sheheard Mitchell cough out a horrified laugh.
Julie raised an eyebrow, and they had a silent pissing contest until Evelyn slowly lowered her hand and narrowed her eyes. “I’m familiar with your work, Ms. Greene. I have friends who are big fans, although I confess
Stiletto
’s not my usual reading unless I’m in the dentist’s waiting area and desperate,” she said with a little laugh.
“Of course.
Stiletto
’s meant to be fun and enjoyable. Certainly not for everybody.”
Evelyn’s eye twitched as though trying to figure out if she’d been insulted, but Julie pressed on. “I’m afraid you have me at the disadvantage in introductions. You are …?”
Mitchell stepped forward, attempting to ease the introductions, but Evelyn stopped him with a hand on his chest. Julie swallowed away the lump in her throat at the proprietary movement.
“You don’t follow politics, Ms. Greene?”
“Too busy shoe shopping, I guess. And hanging out with Mitchell.”
Julie intentionally let her gaze drift to Mitchell’s crotch, and he gave her an exasperated look. Before Evelyn could swipe back, Senator Blake ended his conversation with a constituent in the neighboring box and headed their way.
Julie was disappointed. Other than her ongoing feud with Kelli Kearns in the office, she rarely had a good catfight.
“Mitchell, good to see you again, boy,” the senator said as he shook Mitchell’s hand.
“You too, Senator.”
Senator Blake grunted. “How many times have I told you to call me John?”
“John,” Mitchell amended.
The senator turned to Julie, his expression curious but more openly friendly than his daughter’s. “And who’s this?”
“This is Julie Greene, Dad,” Evelyn cooed. “She’s a sex columnist.”
It was intended as a barb, but Julie rolled with it. “Guilty. I hope I’m not sullying your box, Senator.”
Senator Blake threw back his head and laughed. Already Julie liked him better than his daughter. He looked like the quintessential American senator: tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair, strong features, a big voice.
His daughter, on the other hand, was the quintessential shrew: pinched face, snobbish,and currently all over Julie’s boyfriend. Julie tried to keep her eyes on the senator as he regaled her with some story about his pre-politics career in
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