Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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I watch her spin around and pull the phone away from her ear, looking around cautiously. I grin to myself, knowing she's getting all worked up when she realises I'm not even there.
A burst of confusion fills her poor little expression. She puts the phone back up to her ear. "How do you- You're not even here? How do you know what I'm wearing?"
I lean back in my chair, observing her activity on my computer. She's dressed in a short, silver dress, that's loose at the top, begging to be pulled down. Silver heels that she's surprisingly tolerating well, seeming as she was heading towards the stairs. Along with those, a silver bag over her shoulder. She was all dressed up. And then I realised.
"You didn't tell me you were going to a party." I say through the phone, knowing she'll sense me getting annoyed.
She mutters something, carrying on the search of her surroundings.
"I'm going out. It's not important- how are you even seeing me?" She asks, and I can tell she's confused by her voice.
"It's not hard darling, I thought you'd have known I have access to the security cameras around the mansion, no?" I say, watching the expression on her face dull a little. She looks around until her eyes meet the camera closest to her.
"You're watching me?" She huffs in disbelief, turning away from the camera and carrying on walking to the direction of the stairs, "If there's a camera in my bedroom, Harlow-"
I cut her out of her thoughts. "Unfortunately no, there isn't one, but if you would like one, I can certainly get that arranged."
She shakes her head, looking back for a second as she reaches the stairs, then continues down them. "No! No, no, no cameras! I'm fine as I am. I don't want you watching me. I want my privacy, thank you."
I chuckle as I hear her heels clicking quickly against the stairs.
"Back to my question, where are you going?" I ask her.
"I'm- going out."
"That's not what I asked."
"I'm going out to the city, with my friends." She answers, sounding a little nervous through the phone.
I push back on my chair and push my legs out to rest on my desk, slouching in my chair, watching Elodie cascade down the stairs on ever floor.
"Elaborate on that. Where in the city are you going?"
She huffs into the phone again. "I don't think that's any of your business-"
