Frosting Her Christmas Cookies
I stiffened. “I need it after dealing with you,” I said to Jonathan.
“I can’t have you in here ruining the atmosphere,” he said, spinning the barstool around to have me face him. “You’re like roadkill that dragged herself in here.”
“Ah yes, because a billionaire with delusions of adequacy is someone whose opinion I care about,” I shot back.
“I am way more than adequate,” he said, striking a pose. The glow from the expensive fixtures highlighted the slight bruise on his perfect face.
I smirked slightly.
“Like something you see?” Jonathan asked.
“Just that dildo-shaped bruise on your face,” I replied, sipping my drink. “Your company has our first meeting all over its feed. Better than the basic images you have up there now. At least people can laugh at the spit flying out of your mouth when you ran into my candy cane instead of dying from boredom at those images you’re posting.”
“You’re just jealous,” Jonathan retorted, eyes narrowing as he leaned over me. “I have one of the best marketing firms in the city working on my social media push.”
“Guess you can’t buy good taste,” I said, draining my drink.
“Says the woman wearing a reindeer costume,” Jonathan shot back. He reached out and hooked two fingers right at the neckline of the costume, pulling me forward slightly. “At first I thought you were wearing it under duress, but you’re still parading around in it. Like you said, you can’t buy taste.”
“Oh my god! Don’t touch my sister, creep!”
Now Lilith shows up.
Our friend Emma was hovering behind her.
Jonathan jerked his hand back then looked between Lilith and me wildly.
“Holy shit. Of course you’re creepy identical twins.”
Lilith and I glared in unison—or tried to. Lilith was dressed in her standard gothic garb, while I was bedecked for Christmas.
Jonathan turned on his heel to leave then looked over his shoulder at me. “I’d tell you good luck on the competition, but after your little stunt, everyone is going to put you in last place.”