The devil without horns

I stared at the red faced woman, shocked.

Some of her blonde strands fell on her forehead as her enraged brown eyes threw daggers at me.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Sasha!" Pushing her off, I stood straight. "What's wrong with you?"

"And what the fuck do you think you're doing?" she spat.

I pursed my lips, eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

A bitter laughter left her. "So you're playing saint now? But I know what you're trying to do. Wooing the boss to climb the social ladder faster? But let me tell you, just because he's good with you, doesn't mean he will fall for you. A lot of whores like you roam around him everyday, so a bitch like you won't be able to lure him into your web."

With my jaw slacked, I just watched her in astonishment. How much could someone spit out venom like that?

She thought I was after her boss? But damn