Okay my dear readers….I'm upset with you! I can see you reading but not reviewing, and its very frustrating! Writing for A Great and Terrible Beauty isn't as rewarding as for Twilight or Harry Potter, and I'd like a little encouragement! Here you go; more trampy Amber!
Novel's POV
That. Little. Tramp!
First she exposes nine tenths of her legs to the world; then she tries to lure Snick in! Now, she might as well say "Snick, have sex with me"!
Did she really think that she could kiss Snick and get away with it?
She pulled away, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Apparently she did think that she could get away with it. Poor Snickers looked dazed. Then Dr. Wilson went back for more. That was it.
I was out of my chair like a shot. I grabbed her arm and yanked her off. She stumbled backward, hitting her desk. When the hell did she start to unbutton her shirt?!
"Stay away from Snick." I moved to stand in front of him.
"Why? Is he your boyfriend?" I could tell that she was mocking me. I wondered just how she'd feel if I ripped her pretty little bleached blonde hair right out of her scalp.
"No. He is not. Now back. The hell. Away."
"Oh…someone's throwing a hissy fit!" Did she just say that I was throwing a hissy fit? Wannabe catwoman herself was saying that I was throwing a hissy fit?
That was when I lost it. I stalked over to Dr. Wilson with slow, deliberate steps. She backed up until she hit her little desk frame; but I kept going. When she was almost bent completely over her desk, I could see her confidence slipping.
"Now, you listen here." I began in a low threatening voice. "You are the therapist. Any more of that behavior is called sexual harassment. I could file charges….Or I could just mess up your new nose. Believe me. They'll say you tripped. So stop. Got it?"
"G-Got it." I backed away, enjoying the shocked look in her eyes. As I turned around to face Snick, I felt a breeze go past me.
She was sitting in his lap. Again.
I would have lunged for her pretty little throat at just that second, but the door to the office slammed open. In fact, slammed might not be appropriate enough. It was more like someone had attempted to take the door off its hinges, but had failed. I was trying to come up with a suitable word when a roar from the doorway nearly deafened me.
"AMBER!" I didn't know that voice, and so I swiveled in my seat to see just who else could interrupt this farce of a therapy session.
My mouth hung open. There in the doorway was this huge guy. I was briefly reminded of what Butler from the Artemis Fowl series was supposed to look like. This guy came pretty close. Big? Check. Scary? Check. Easy to imagine holding multiple lethal weapons? Definitely check.
"What have I told you about coming into this office?!" Big Dude was obviously angry.
"I just wanted to have some fun!" Oh look! Amber was pouting! How exciting. Obviously, she couldn't conduct this conversation from anywhere but Snick's lap.
"Is that why you're sitting in some guy's lap again?! What should I do with you?!?! Tell me! What should I do?!" My escape plan for situations like this usually went something along the lines of:
Back away slowly
Make myself invisible.
Pretend that nothing is going on.
Run. As fast as I can. Far. Far away.
The problem was that this plan wasn't actually doable at the moment, seeing as how Big Dude was standing in the doorway. There was no chance I was going to risk going past him. He probably had a rifle hidden in the palm of his hand…
"You never let me do anything! I'm sitting on someone's lap and that has to mean that I'm a bad person?!" I didn't like where this was going.
Wait. Sitting on someone's lap…bad person…was this her boyfriend?!?!?!
"As long as you live under my roof you will abide by my rules!" Okay…so he was controlling, but didn't some girls kind of like that thing? Like dominance and all that?
"I hate you daddy!"
"Daddy?" Obviously, Snick and I couldn't keep the shock contained.
"Daddy?" We could hear the muffled cries of those outside.
"Well, I don't care! Go behind the reception desk with Niccolo! That's what your summer job is! Not trying to seduce the patients! Now go!"
"But–"
"Just go!"
I'm sure that the looks on our faces must have been comical, but I was too busy rejoicing (silently) that Amber had left, slamming the door. Tramp.
"So…" I trailed off, a look of utter confusion on my face. I turned to look at Snick. I glared. He cringed. I was not happy with him. For the moment, Amber's father was forgotten.
I rose fluidly out of my chair and stalked over to face him in his chair. I suppose my hands were on my hips, but who could blame me? Something had just hit me, and I was mad.
"So you just let her sit in your lap, you loser?!" I tended to gesticulate a lot, so my hands were waving pretty wildly, but I don't think that's why he sunk back into his chair. He saw the look in my eyes.
"Now, Nov," He was going to try to wiggle his way out of this. I wouldn't let him.
"What did I tell you about being so nice to girls?! That was being nice! Too nice!"
"What did you expect me to do? I was just as shocked as you were!"
"Don't give me that!!" He could not be serious. "When a girl flings herself at you, you fling her back off!"
"I didn't want to hurt her!"
"Oh! So, you were afraid that Malibu Barbie was going to hurt herself? No one told her to wear stripper heels!!"
I watched as Snick sunk deeper and deeper into the plush chair, attempting to get as far away as possible from my anger. I knew that I should stop, that it wasn't his fault. Somehow, though, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"Well, why do you care?!" I needed a reason to care? I rolled my eyes.
"Your mother told me to watch out for you while we were in college together!"
"Watch out for me? At least I'm not the klutz!"
"I know I'm a klutz! I can take care of myself!"
"But I'm the guy! I'm supposed to look out for you!"
"I don't need looking after!"
"Yes, you do!"
"Snick, don't start with me!"
"Why not?!"
"Excuse me."
"I am a young woman. I take care of myself."
"Excuse me!"
"Then why am I always hearing about your experience with being almost kidnapped?!"
"Excuse me!"
Oh. Right. The real therapist was here. We should probably be paying attention to him. I'm pretty sure I blushed a very deep shade of red as I sheepishly made my way back to my seat.
"Now," Dr. Wilson began, "I believe that we should get to the problem at hand."
"You mean the fact that your daughter acts like a tramp?" I said this coolly, as I'd usually respond to a verbal attack. What my traitor mouth did not register, however, was that this was the real therapist, and the father of said tramp. It would have been totally helpful if my brain had worked faster than my mouth, but I guess today was just that kind of day.
I watched as our therapist bristled at my comment. I hastily attempted to correct myself.
"I'm so sorry – I didn't mean – She was just all over – Can we just forget that I said that?" I sighed and glance at Snick. He had a satisfied smirk on his face.
"I understand completely. My daughter can be a bit…forward."
"I know," I began, but Snick cut me off.
"All is forgiven. Now what do you want to talk about?" Bastard.
"Well, I would have liked to speak about your views on Gemma and her issue if I had arrived on time as I had intended. I should think," Here he looked thoughtful, "that perhaps we ought to begin with what's going on between the two of you."
I couldn't help it. I went on the defensive: I removed all emotion from my face and voice, while harboring a moment's dislike for the doctor. I didn't want to talk about me and Snick! Why couldn't anyone understand that?
"I'd rather not," I replied evenly. Eyeing him sharply, I wondered if he had the balls to push me farther.
"But I insist." He met my stare. Apparently he did have balls. I think I'd enjoy this.
"I'd really rather not." Now that I was staring, he didn't look all that bad. Nice jawline, nice hair, nice face. Hell, if he was ten years younger….
But who was I kidding? – it would be more of a relationship with a character than a person. Like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman or Orlando Bloom as William Turner, or even Leonardo Dicaprio in Titanic. Forever the same age in my mind; forever in love.
"Ah….but I really insist." His eyes glinted, and I caught a glimpse of mirth. I watched, astounded, as his lips curled up into a crooked smile. Definitely a character crush.
"Well, Dr. Wilson," I said as I gave him my most wicked smile, "I just hope you know that you're in for one hell of a story."
Author's Note: 13th December, 2009
So? You like? You know, I really love Novel's character? She just speaks to me! But bet you didn't see Amber's dad coming, did you? See, I'm capable of a few surprises! Now just carefully move your mouse pointer to the button that says review…..
