utter humiliation!” Desiree raged as she continued to beat on the punching bag Jane was holding, “There I am, naked and waiting, and in comes his stupid wife! It was like a bad movie.”
“I thought you said he told you to come over?”
“He did!” she sneered, taking a high kick at the bag. “He texted me yesterday afternoon, telling me he couldn’t fight it anymore, how badly he wanted me....he asked me to bring all these weird props...going on about his fetishes.”
“I told you a guy like that would have fetishes!”
“Well you were right!” she snapped.
“So it was a trick then, you think?”
“He wanted to get back at me, embarrass me, shame me.”
“Sounds like he did a good job.” Jane knew this confirmation would only fuel the other woman’s fire.
“I can’t let him get away with this. I have to do something.” She sent one last upper cut to the bag before reaching for her water.
“Great job. You’re getting really good.”
Desiree threw her a triumphant smirk, “I know.”
Jane dropped down onto the floor next to her to cool off and stretch, “So what are you going to do?” she asked, glancing around the gym to make sure no one was listening. “Make him pay?”
“I know you’re a personal trainer, but I swear you should have been an empowerment coach.”
Jane smiled, “Oh, maybe in another life.”
Desiree’s thoughts returned to Dave rather quickly. “I want to hurt that righteous little fuck.”
“I can’t believe his wife took his side.” This had been quite the shock. Jane knew Georgette trusted her husband, but still. A naked Desiree could not have been an easy pill to swallow.
“I know! I thought I could destroy him like I do all men, with sex. But apparently he is immune,” Desiree frowned, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
“There are other ways to destroy someone.”
She really liked the sound of that. “Go on.”
Jane chose her next words carefully. “Well, he hurt you, didn’t he?”
“He pissed me the fuck off, that’s what he did!”
Jane could tell Desiree was revving up—she’d been training her since the paralegal moved to Repo Ridge almost two months ago. Desiree was a great asset to Jane’s plans for many reasons...one, she spent a good amount of their sessions lamenting over the guy in the office who wouldn’t sleep with her—this allowed Jane a nice perspective into Dave’s work life. Two, she was a great cover—her forwardness and cruel nature served well for not only a distraction, but a face to lay temporary blame on as well.
“No, he didn’t,” Jane stated quite matter-of-factly.
Desiree raised an eyebrow, “He didn’t?”
“Of course not.” Jane sent her a wink, a devious one. “He didn’t make you mad...he hurt you.”
“He hurt me...” she could see the woman’s quick mind working a thousand miles a minute. “Yes...he hurt me.”
“You are the victim here, Desi—how does that make you feel?”
Desiree’s eyes were alight with malicious enjoyment. “Scared, not safe... who knows? He might try to hurt me again.”
Jane nodded along, mirroring the woman’s vile smirk. She wouldn’t normally consider teaming up with someone like Desiree unless it was absolutely necessary. “Sounds like you’re in danger.”
The look she sent Jane was lascivious, “Oh, I am. Janell, you’re a genius!”
Jane wasn’t specifically sure what the devious vixen had hidden up her sleeve, but she knew one thing for sure; whatever diabolical plan was being cooked up—Dave was in for a rude awakening.
And that sat just fine with her.