Sorry for not updating sooner. You know that bump to the head I mentioned last chapter? Apparently I was supposed to take meds for that. My bad.
The booger monster slimed his way into a seat, and gestured for me to do the same. I sat down, pushing my chin a little higher in the air. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no snob. I just wanted to grab hold of my pride and hold onto it with everything I had.
"S-so, Bella." He hissed. "I see you have come crawling b-back." He leaned back into his chair and placed his hands behind his head, in what - I could only guess - was an attempt to be sexy. A very badly failed attempt. In doing this, he unleased an unhuman smell that assaulted my nostrils and threatened to knock me out. My eyes rolled back in my head, and - I couldn't help it - I gagged.
"Are y-you rolling your e-eyes at me, Bella?" He wailed. Man, his voice was high.
"No, of course not, Mike." Cue batting eyelashes ridiculously. "I was merely observing your ceiling. I see you have it painted pink. How unique."
This seemed to throw him off topic, and he removed his hands from behind his head. Thank God. "Yes, w-well, I wanted to make a s-statement." Hm. Well, at least you succeeding in one thing in life, huh Mike?
I nod stiffly.
"S-so, Bel-la." He drags out my name, and I want to ram a toilet plunger down his throat, but I wouldn't get my job back then. So I sat on my hands and internally cringed at the feeling of the scratchy material of the chair I was sitting on.
"Yes, Mike?" I said. Whenever I opened my mouth it was like being assaulted by the stench all over again. Which, essentially, I was.
"I've b-been thinking. W-we could use you b-back here at Eclipse. O-on one condition."
Oh God. I was going to have to have sex with him.
"Which is?" I all but squeaked.
"Remember what I offered? Before you so r-rudely stormed out of h-here yesterday?" He smirked. Eugh. I felt a shiver going down my spine.
What did he offer again? I can't remember...
"No." I said simply, waiting for him to expand.
He sighed, and spittle flew out his mouth and fell dangerously close to my clenched fist. "The trip to Florida?" Oh, yeah. That. I decided to play dumb.
"What about it?" I asked, fiddling innocently with my hair.
"I w-want you to go to F-Florida. For the company. To get information. A-and write a news report o-on it. Sound too demanding?"
"No. Not at all. When would you like me to leave?" I asked, straightening in my seat. On the outside I was all business. On the inside I was screaming away. Finally, some time in the sun and away from this hell-hole. And I didn't have to pay!
"Tomorrow morning." He said.
What? He's obviously had no real experience with women if he thinks we can leave at such short notice.
"Here's the c-company credit card. I have an appointment booked for you w-with a personal stylist who w-will have a bunch of clothes r-ready for you. Stop by here after and c-collect everything you will need for the r-report."
I snagged the credit card from his hand and felt the resistance. He had never been very good at sharing.
"Okay." I said, stood up and walked out of his 'office'. I took a breath of fresh air (well, fresh for a tiny office packed full of bodies. Anything was better than Mike's whore house.) and walked out.
I programmed the stylists' office into my GPS and began to drive. I hated all this 'personal stylist' crap but hey, if it was free, i wasn't one to complain. I just hoped he was hot.
How mature, Bella. I can't deny, I feel the same about everything, LOL. Tends to happen when you're single.
Is it just me that can't wait to get rid of Mike? Well, for a while anyway..
We'll be meeting Edward next chapter..