She stood up from her seat, barely controlling the urge to slap him. "Thanks for dinner."
She put her back to him and headed for the door. She resisted the urge to put her hand over her belly again, and instead walked a deliberate, heel-toe, hip swaying stride. He was not going to get the pleasure of scaring her off. She was choosing to leave his abominable company, her way.
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Date: 2012-06-22 10:09 am (UTC)She put her back to him and headed for the door. She resisted the urge to put her hand over her belly again, and instead walked a deliberate, heel-toe, hip swaying stride. He was not going to get the pleasure of scaring her off. She was choosing to leave his abominable company, her way.