pretty bird (wide_eyed) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-11-20 11:58:00 |
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She had no idea where her courage was coming from only that since Wednesday her ire at his actions continued to grow to improportional levels. She had begun to take her frustration out on others that was supposed to be directed at Thomas Urquhart; she had noticed it and felt guilty over it but could not control it. However, when she'd come down in the evening as she normally did, his smack of her arse was just too far. He'd done it before and she had blushed and sputtered and hid from him the rest of the night if not the rest of the week; but today she had saw red. Her eyes tinged with it she had just lost it. Flabbergasting the man and surprising herself. He barely had time to respond before she was storming away, her fists clenched into the back room, into what was a melding of her and Tavish's office. She still thought of it as his but she spent more time in it anymore, things were scattered and organized in her own fashion now rather then his. Sitting at the chair behind the desk, Silas' elbow fell upon the flat surface and her face buried in her risen palms. She did not know what to do, what had caused her to yell at him like that. He was going- he was to be her future father-in-law, he was by all means her boss... Merlin only knew what repercussions would come tumbling down on her because of her actions. The longer she sat there, however, the more amused she became. The look on his face, he had underestimated her and to be perfectly honest, it had felt good. Telling someone off like that. Sniffing once, she wiped the butt of her palm against her cheek and sat up straight moving to look down at the order Nick had left out for her (Tavish's) approval. |