Damn Regret {Rickie}

[Sephora Forrest]

Rickie’s cool and usually unshakable manner had been completely thrown out the door by her comments, and once again her mood had shifted ever so slightly. Once she’d spotted a weakness in a person’s personality, she had a nasty habit of preying on it. She continued to look up at him half in triumph that she’d finally gotten him to snap and proven what an unstable git he was. Her gaze was provocative, daring. She didn’t know when to stop if she tried.

His voice had a lot of emotion in it – clearly this was a topic that hit very close to home. She was oh so near breaking him she could tell. If only she could push him that little bit further, just a little further…

Her contemptuous smile dimmed a little when his next retort came while she processed it. She had no intention of dying full stop, least of all alone. She suspected if this wasn’t a heated argument involving broken glasses and shoes, she would have made a bet she could find at least 20 men who wanted to date her in a night.

Her expression soured further when security was mentioned. Realistically, it was a wonder they hadn’t turned broken it up already. Considering her options quickly, it was clear what the best course of action here was. Throwing a particularly loathsome glare his way as she departed, Sephora flounced off in the direction of the staff section so she could clean herself up. There were many things Rickie was wrong about, but if there was anything she had to say about it, it was that this was not over.