Free Unleash Me, Vol. 1 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) by Christina Ross Page B

pile of unwashed
clothing if I know you two girls. ”
    “ Thank
you, Barbara. ”
    “ See
me before you see him, ” she
said.   “ I must assess. ”
    “ OK. ”
    And then the line went dead.

 
 
    *   *   *

 
 
    When I arrived at Wenn by taxi, I
paid the driver, threaded through the crowds on the sidewalk, and moved into
the building where I took the elevator to the fifty-first floor.   I only had thirty minutes before I met
with Marco Boss, and I ’ d
be lying if I said that I wasn ’ t
nervous.
    When I entered her office, Blackwell
looked up, and pointed a finger at me.
    “ Pretty
hair, ” she
said.   “ Good makeup.   Now, take off your coat and let me see
the rest of it. ”   She put her hands on her desk and
gripped it.   “ I ’ ll brace myself for it
now. ”
    I rolled my eyes at her, put the
Birkin on the chair opposite her desk, and took off the coat she ’ d purchased for
me.   When I did, she immediately got
out of her seat.
    “ Well,
well, ” she
said as she came around her desk to study what I was wearing.   “ Good lines.   It ’ s not a knock off, but
the real thing.   I ’ d know at once if it
were a fake.   This is no fake.   The pants are the correct length.   Turn around.   Good.   Turn to the side.   Perfect.   Now face me. ”   She folded her arms and lifted her
chin.   “ The suit fits you
surprisingly well despite the fact that God robbed you of any breasts. ”
    “ I
have breasts. ”
    “ If
you insist. ”
    “ I
do.   Maybe not like Jennifer — who
can compete with her? — but
they ’ re
there. ”   I decided to go in for the kill.   “ And Tank can even motorboat me. ”
    “ He
can what? ”
    “ Motorboat
me. ”
    “ I
don ’ t
know what that is. ”
    “ Maybe
that ’ s
because you haven ’ t
really lived. ”
    “ It ’ s vulgar, isn ’ t it? ”
    “ Actually,
it feels fabulous.   Divoon . ”
    Her eyes widened.   “ Is this some sort of sexual thing? ”
    “ Of
course it is —”
    “ Enough!   You know I don ’ t tolerate that kind
of talk.   Motorboating.   I have no interest in what that is.   It sounds like something they ’ d do on one of those
hillbilly reality shows that are currently ruining our culture. ”
    “ Let ’ s just say that you
need to have a rack in order for it to work. ”
    “ My
dear, ” she
said.   “ A rack you don ’ t have.   But if Tank enjoys your boobs, such as
they are, and if you ’ re
convinced that they ’ re
enough, so be it.   Let me see the
shoes. ”
    I held out one of my legs and turned
my foot for her.
    “ J ’ adore Dior, ” she
said.   “ Same goes for the
jewels and the bag.   Boss is no
fool.   He ’ ll know what you ’ re up to, but he ’ ll also be reminded of
Jennifer when he sees them, and that will make him think of his boss — Alex.   We ’ re sending out a warning call with those jewels and that
bag.   You also look completely
different from the last time he saw you, which likely will be a plus for
him.   I think he ’ ll take the bait,
choose his words carefully, and play reasonably nice. ”
    “ He
didn ’ t
the other day. ”
    She patted her angular bob.   “ He might have been scolded since then.   Now, it ’ s time for you to go — you don ’ t want to be late.   Leave your jacket here.   Take
the bag.   Arm yourself with it.   Hold it so that it ’ s what he sees
first.   I ’ ll want a full report
when the meeting is over. ”

 
 
    *   *   *

 
 
    When the elevator stopped on the
twentieth floor and the doors slid open, I stepped out into a space that was
far quieter than Blackwell ’ s
floor.   I approached an older woman
behind a desk who reminded me somewhat of Blackwell herself — severe
looking, impeccably dressed, and with a wary look of disdain in her eyes.
    She removed her red-framed glasses
and said, “ May
I help you? ”
    “ I ’ m here to see Marco
Boss. ”
    “ Mr. Boss? ”
    “ That