>> Monday, February 16, 2009
"So, where were you last night?"
Joseph Hanby looked at her with a face she knew was set to disbelieve anything she could say. Not that she would explain anything. Sofia Stratton did not feel a need to explain herself to anyone. What she did was her own business.
"I was at the club." She had been. After so viscerally introducing herself to her mysterious costumed man, she had found herself surprised to wake up laying nude on the sofa. Her entire body had hurt to move, and now, after sleeping through the day, her body still hurt.
"That is what I said, isn't it?"
Sofia could see the problem in their relationship. He didn't trust her. By nature, he was a suspicious man; it was how he had managed so well in his chosen career. Of course, he had a right not to trust her, but Sofia still saw a problem with it.
They called him "Mr. Big" and treated him as the criminal mastermind of the whole operation. But no one saw him without getting through her first. He spent most of his time hiding away, maintaining his mysteriousness.
Sofia stood up and walked past him to get ready for another night at the club. She left her dirty plate on the table knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist cleaning up after her. That's right, she thought. Remember your place.
Sofia smirked at the thought of Joseph being a mysterious criminal mastermind. He was nothing. And he was beginning to get on her nerves.