the perfect girl that would embody the name Julia, she would be it.
He was used to being surrounded by beautiful women constantly so that wasn’t the only thing that was affecting him. It was the way she moved, the way she brushed her hair behind her ear as she checked something off the paper on her clipboard. It was the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she looked at the numbers. It was the curve of her check of her breasts, of her waist and hip. It was everything about her.
Then she looked up at him and he felt the breath he’d been holding release. Her eyes cut through him right to the center of who he was. And a look of disgust crossed her face.
“Oh, you must be here for community service, follow me and we’ll fill out your paperwork.” And without another word she turned around and walked away, expecting him to follow.
Julia
He was the second asshole to arrive. She already had the teenage shoplifter repackaging the rice.
She didn’t expect much from the people they sent her but he looked like a cartoon character for a stereotypical rednick. If Disney had made a movie about Joe Dirt he was the model they would have used to base the character on.
She made it to her little corner that doubled as an office and looked for the paper work she’d just had on her desk ready for him to sign.
She was always losing something or misplacing it. That was just the way it was when there was no room to properly sort things. A filing cabinet would be lovely, but it, of course, was the last thing on the budget when they had to worry about people who needed to eat.
“I swear I just had your paperwork a minute ago. Give me just a second while I find it.”
She shuffled though applications she had set to the side for approval, making sure she didn’t loose those in the shuffle.
She’d had to finagle the numbers a bit but she was able to get fourteen more families approved to receive weekly food packages from the bank, now all she had to do was find food to give them. She sighed, that was ok though, she would do what she had to.
“A fan of Public Outcry?”
She looked up at him and saw him eying the little calendar she had tacked to the wall. She had made it herself in word so of course she’d decided to add a picture to it to try to cheer up her corner a bit.
“Hmm,” she muttered non commitally, “She wasn’t in the business of chit chatting with the people the court sent her.”
“You know I have some connections, I might be able to hook you up with some tickets or something.”
She put a stern expression on her face and eyed him from his out of date haircut down to the old ratty and stained jeans he was wearing, though they did seem to fit his body a little too well, and let her disdain for him show.
“I appreciate that but I’ll pass,” she said, her lack of interest in him dripping from every word.
She’d dealt with men like him before, and no good would come from even being slightly friendly to him. He’d take it as a sign that she was interested, and she was most definetly not. All she was interested in was doing her job and getting him to work as fast as possible.
Besides, what was the odds that Billy Ray here would have any connections to Public Outcry? None.
Corbin
If looks could have killed Julia would be standing over his dead body right then.
It had been a really long time since a woman had dismissed him quite so thoroughly. He’d forgotten how horrible it felt inside.
He understood it though, so he tried not to take it too personally. She probably had a lot of people, losers, coming through who had been assigned community service for whatever minor infraction they’d committed. He wouldn’t have been the first to have tried to hit on her. He might not have even been the first to have invited her to a Public Outcry concert after seeing her little calendar.
He smirked. She probably thought he