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Part 4/1
Okay, Turner, calm down. She's just a woman. A really hot, gorgeous, sexy woman, but in the end, she's still a woman. And you don't get involved remember? You have fun, but you never get involved. Especially not with a witch. So why the hell am I sitting here counting the minutes until she gets here? Speaking of which, she should have been here half an hour ago. I guess her photo shoot ran longer than I hoped it would.
Still…she could have called…you know…put me out of my misery, or something. Not that I'm in misery that she has to put me out of…this is too weird. I'm arguing with myself. Hey…that's the phone. Maybe it's her…oh. It's that secretary woman who keeps smiling and batting her eyelashes at me…I wonder what her problem is. Oh! She's here! But why does that secretary sound so pissed? Who cares…she's here! Okay, calm down. Sit down, and pretend that you totally didn't notice that she's 34 minutes and 3 seconds late.
"I'm so sorry! The shoot ran late, and then I got caught in traffic." Don't look up. Keep writing. Ignore the fact that your heart rate increased at least three times when she spoke. Okay. Look up slowly. Damnit! It was supposed to be slowly!
"Hi." I drawled it out, trying not to drool at her. She's got the clingiest pair of pants on – oh dear god, they're black leather. And her shirt. I don't think that that constitutes as a shirt. I can't believe she bought that scrap of material, and calls it a top. Not that she doesn't look absolutely great…it's just that if I'm about to drool over it, and me being Belthazor, an upper level demon, I don't want to know about the amount of gawking these mortal males will be doing.
"Hello? Cole? You in there?" Huh? Why is she waving her hand in front of my face?
"Ms. Halliwell?" I practically ground that out – she has no idea the amount of self-control I'm using here.
"Please, call me Prue." I really wish she would stop smiling at me like that – it's making it extremely hard to think about any thing. At all.
"Okay, then, Prue." I rolled it around my tongue, relishing how it felt saying it. "Please, sit down." I motioned towards the seat in front of me, inwardly grimacing at the word please. Then all was forgotten as she sat down and crossed those legs of hers. Suddenly, my throat was really, really dry.
"You have a nice office." She said, but I get the distinct feeling that she was lying through her teeth. Either that, or she has really bad taste. I'm going with the former reason, because at the moment she looks extremely, uh, tasteful.
"Thank you. If you don't mind, I'm going to ask you some questions. But first, would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee?" Pleeeaaaseeeee…..say YES! I need something to drink, and fast. When she nodded, I have to fight the urge to scream in relief. I press that little intercommy button, and watch in amusement as Prue's raises one eyebrow at my secretary's bitchy voice. I screw my face up, surprising both her and me. She's struggling not to laugh, and I quickly cut my secretary off, because I was in exactly the same situation. Then she burst out laughing – and I nearly died. Man, if I thought her voice was sexy, well, then her laugh could send a guy right to hell. The rest of that interview passed in a blur, and the next thing I knew, it was dark out, and when I looked at my watch, I was surprised to see that it was almost 9.
"Oh wow! I better get going." Prue said hastily, standing up. I got up, and walked to her to her car. And damn! She has an amazing car as well. Somebody down there hates me. They really do. I watched her drive off, and for some reason that I don't care to analyze at the moment, decide to shimmer to the Halliwell's house. I wonder if the middle sister's back yet? Actually on second thought, I think I'll just go home. Can't appear to eager, can I. I'll start planning on how I'm going to kill them. But first, I'm going to find that file that Malloreon gave me so long ago. I need to know everything about the Halliwell's if I'm going to succeed.
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