Chapter 28
B
Apparently, Mrs. McCarty had returned from her trip to Milan and wanted to meet with this so-called Small Fry, her husband kept going on and on about. To say I wasn't nervous when I walked into Breaking Dawn on Monday evening and was told by Zafrina, to head straight to Emmett's office, would be an outright lie. I was shiting myself the entire way up the elevator. Alec, the security guard, just gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze as he typed in the code for me to go up. I swear the two minute ride felt like it took hours.
With trembling hands and a heart that was somehow beating in my throat, I lightly knocked on the door. "Come in, Isabella," A female voice sharply called out. After a quick Hail Mary and a few 'please God don't let dies' I pushed the door open and walked into the executioner's room.
Standing before me was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. The Amazonian woman named Rosalie McCarty was at least 5'10" tall, and that was flat-footed. I shiver to think how much she would tower over me in the deathtraps that were neatly lined up beside Emmett's desk.
She was wearing a pair of dark washed jeans that looked like Picasso himself had painted them on her, a white tank top with a bright yellow short denim jacket, and both her hair and make-up were flawless.
She was going to eat me alive and spit out the bones!
"What?" Rosalie asked, looking perplexed.
"Oh shit! I-I mean shoot, I didn't mean to say that out loud," I lamented, slapping my hand over my mouth to prevent any more word vomit from spilling out.
Embarrassed much, Bella?
Any hotter, and my face was going to set off the sprinkler system.
