Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Can I - Can I ask you something? Of course, he replied, still rummaging through the food and discovering, to his joy, a block of Cadbury chocolate. Why did you defend me when those assholes were ganging me up? I mean, you do seem like gentleman but...You know, I wasn't exactly...Okay, I was totally bitchy with you. Not that I regret my behavior or anything. But...? He shrugged. Never regret being a bitch, he smiled. Bloody mindedness'll often get you through when you're outgunned and outfought. Truth to tell, I've always hated bullies. And beautiful things have always been a great consolation in my life, against its sordidness and ugliness. So, naturally, I defend it when I can. If those wankers had been defacing a graceful cathedral with spray paint I'd have done my best to stop them. In fact, he knew how scared she'd been, and they'd been more compassion in his actions than he was letting on. But he didn't think humiliating her by revealing that would help her confidence any, which is why he'd taken refuge in flippancy. And what was with that comment about me being beautiful? I am your boss not your girlfriend, remember that. You don't have the right to appreciate me. In fact you don't have the right to speak anything about me. He shrugged again. It wasn't a 'comment' Ms Dwight. It was made outside of your hearing, and not intended for public consumption. Said as an act of defiance to that thug who was badmouthing you, and hoping to intimidate me. Hardly my fault if he chose to repeat it. He deliberately neither affirmed or denied if his assessment of her beauty reflected his true feelings or not. This was not an oversight. And, erm, actually, I don't blame you if recent events have driven it out of your mind but... are you actually my boss? I never got it quite clear, amidst all your posturing and posing. Did you actually sack me? Or just threaten to? There was some talk, I recall, that indicated you regarded my job performance at slightly less than employer-of-the-month standard. He broke the chocolate bar, handed her the larger portion. And while it might not be exactly diplomatic to mention it... might I remind you that whatever our relative official status, right here and right now your status as queen-bitch super-rich executive probably doesn't carry quite as much weight as it might in another milieu . In fact, Taffy, Charlie and Psycho seem to have struck something of a blow for democracy, wouldn't you say? Right now, our status is about as equal as you could get, yeah? 'Alike in dignity,' as that writer guy from Birmingham put it. Well... almost alike, He allowed his glance to sweep, just briefly, up her leg, then turned away. Except the cut and colour of my underwear's still a secret for the moment. Girlfriend, now? Hmmm. He thought for a moment. Actually, I don't recall ever offering you that particular status. The idea certainly never crossed my mind... though apparently, since you brought it up, it has yours. Tell you what, let's shelve that one till we get out of here, and talk about it in a more civilised atmosphere, hey? With difficulty due to his trussed position, he conveyed a piece of chocolate to his mouth and chewed hungrily.