Betrayed Chapter 7

Angie kept my arm locked in hers, preventing any attempt at escape. We caught a cab back to my place. She was even more appreciative of it than Dianna had been.

"Girlfriend, you live like a queen!" she exuded.

Realizing what she had just said, she giggled.

"Oops! Well, you know what I mean."

She made a beeline for the master bedroom. Her practiced eye did not miss the jewelry armoire or vanity. She nodded her approval, checking my dresser drawers, one by one, noting the lingerie and Dianna's corset. She moved on to the vanity, nodding her head and smiling at the MAC products, then stepped to the armoire. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the diamond-and-ruby pieces.

"I'm not even gonna ask," she exclaimed slowly.

I knew what she was implying and nodded my head. She exhaled loudly, then moved on to the closet. She stood silently, taking in the suede suit, the red sequined gown – and the coat. She shut the door silently, then turned to face me.

"Well," she observed, "it's not as extensive as I would have guessed, but Jesus...."

Her last word came out almost in a whisper.

"I'm kinda new to this," I admitted. "That's why my wardrobe is so limited."

"Define 'new'," she interrogated.

"Uh, this past weekend?"

"Two days?" she questioned. "Wow, you're just a cherry at this."

"Um, not...exactly..." I corrected.

Her eyes bulged. Then she smiled a Cheshire smile.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" she smirked. "I was right about you, Lisa. You do know how to use it when the time comes. We are going to become very, very close friends..."

"But, Angie, I can't..."

"...and no one in the office will ever have to know our secret – if I don't want them to. Now, Lisa, I want you to get dressed for me. As much as I might want to see you in that red sequined number, I think the suede will be fine for now."