Arianne scowled at Janice and replied tartly, “Well, I must go for the two of you to get on with each other, right? I know you’re itching to see me leave anyway, so get out of my face before that itch in your coochie runs out of steam.”
Janice turned blistering red in rage. “You and your b*tch mouth—!”
Arianne was at zero patience with her, so she shoved Janice aside. The latter’s tray tilted, and the boiling tea she was holding poured out and scalded the back of Arianne’s hand.
The woman winced. “You tw—!”
Janice’s relish of that snap vengeance was practically shining out of her eyes. “Hell no, you’re the one who pushed me, b*tch! You can’t pin this on me for what you did to yourself, can you? Ugh, thanks to you, I’ll have to remake that tea for Mr. Tremont again, but I guess this is what you want, right? You want me to take good care of Mr. Tremont, it’s what you explicitly said, anyway, so chill and go home. I’ll definitely take good care of him in more ways than you could ever!” she declared coquettishly before spinning on her stilettos with a Victor’s flourish and sashaying away.
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