The Lady in Pink - Deadly Ever After 2

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Author: J. A. Kazimer
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Mystery, Humour, mythology
as pleased as the rest of the riders when the doors opened at the brightly lit offices of Reynolds & Davis.
    A sleek receptionist with long flaxen curls, a color not found in nature, who may or may not have been a former princess and contestant on The Bachelor: Prince Charming Edition , smiled in welcome. Until she saw it was me, and then her smile slipped a few degrees south. “Mr. Reynolds, how nice to see you,” she lied without a hint of sincerity.
    “Right back at you,” I said to her as I pulled off my gloves. I would’ve used her name but I couldn’t remember it to save my life. I did, however, remember shocking her about a month ago. Not entirely my fault since she’d been the one to grab my ass at the after-work office party. My eyes narrowed as I considered the color of her hair, thinking of the Ferns’ description of the woman with hair the color of spun gold. I quickly shook off my growing paranoia. “Is Ms. Davis in?” I motioned to Izzy’s office, which sat at the opposite side of the office from mine.
    The receptionist glared at me. “I’ll check.” She pressed her long, manicured nail against the intercom and then spoke quietly to whoever answered. She seemed to take great pleasure in making me wait for an answer. Seconds turned into minutes. Finally her eyes met mine. “Ms. Davis is in a meeting at the moment. She will be with you shortly.”
    I laughed and headed toward Izzy’s office, the woman’s screeches following me down the hallway. I didn’t bother to knock on Izzy’s door; instead, I pushed it wide open. “Honey, I’m home.”
    Izzy rose from her chair, looking gorgeous as always. Her long red hair curled around her shoulders, brushing her ample breasts, which were hidden inside a charcoal business suit. The only hint of color besides her hair was a bright red camisole barely discernable underneath her form-fitting jacket. Her indigo eyes flared almost purple with anger. But her lips twisted into an indulgent smile. A smile she used too often when in my company. “Blue,” she said, her voice husky and soft. “I’m glad you’re here.”
    I raised an eyebrow.
    “You’re just in time to meet Clark Boyer, the third . . .” Her eyes narrowed when I failed to respond. “Our new VP of marketing.”
    I nodded to the guy seated in front of Izzy’s desk. He rose, a good four inches taller and twenty pounds of pure muscle heavier than me. He wore a Grimm Brothers suit that probably cost more than my rent, and his hair was slicked back with too much pomade.
    I squinted at his do, fairly sure he dyed his hair. That shade of black wasn’t found in nature. And was that a widow’s peak peeking from his forehead? Suddenly I felt a lot better about Clark. Until I noticed how Izzy was looking at him, and he at her. My throat grew dry and my palms started to sweat. Not a good thing when you’re electrically challenged.
    I cleared my throat, trying to dispel the sudden rush of current inside me. “Pleased to have you aboard.” When the hell did I start sounding like a boat captain? I shook off that thought, stepping forward to shake Clark’s hand.
    “Don’t,” Izzy ordered, her eyes darting to my outstretched hand.
    Clark froze, his hand a few inches from mine.
    I winced, pulling my electrically charged hand back. “Oops. Better not.”
    A warm smile split Clark’s too-handsome-to-be-good-in-bed features. “That’s right. Izzy told me about your . . .”
    “My what?” My jaw clenched as I looked from Clark to Izzy. “Izzy,” I said in a sarcastic voice, “just what secrets have you been sharing?”
    “Behave,” she hissed in warning. She turned to smile at Clark. “Clark’s first priority is increasing our brand. He wants us to have a greater presence on all the social media sites, especially Fairybook.”
    Brand? Since when did a PI need a brand? We followed cheating husbands and white-collar crooks. What else was there to say? I kept my opinion to myself, though, at
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