Her Lips

Luke was surprised that Ellen had actually slapped him.

"What the hell?" Luke swore as he turned his angry eyes at her.

Leo stepped out of the elevator, and straight before him, down a corridor, were Ellen and a man. Assuming it was probably an acquaintance, Leo turned to head out through the lobby to get his car but was stopped in his tracks. The guy's movement caught his attention.

"Don’t you ever open your lying mouth to say I’m cheap," Ellen said, tight-lipped. She turned to go, and Luke grabbed her by the arm.

Halting her movement, Luke said, "Where in hell do you think you’re going?"

Leo saw the man grab Ellen’s arm, and in five long strides, he was at the entrance to the corridor. "Is anything the matter here?" he asked the duo before him.

Luke turned to face the person who had interrupted. The man he saw looked familiar; he was handsome; he had on a nice black suit; and his left hand was in his pants pocket like he owned the place.

Jerking her arm from Luke’s, Ellen told Leo,