A slow-moving something she finally pinned down and identified as jealous fury built in her chest when she followed his gaze to the mass of people and saw some slutty chick with long black hair, dressed in leather pants and a halter top, shaking her skank groove thing while staring right back at Julie’s man. The whole evening was off, somehow. He’d been quieter than usual when he got back from his mysterious errand, but came bearing yet another killer dress – dark maroon this time, scandalously short, with a sexy low-cut neckline perfect for her figure – so she’d left him alone with his brooding for a few hours. She did some work, evaluating sales numbers for the last quarter, while Evan stared at football on the television. She’d look up every now and then to comment on the action. After his initial surprise at her interest and knowledge about the game, he got quiet again, so she resumed ignoring him. Actually, the alone time was good for her even in his presence.
