Green Eyed

The confidence that radiated from the young woman standing in front of him amused Asher. If he was hearing correctly, she came to his home, seeking the just vacated spot of her own friend. It was a classic stab in the back act.

As he looked into her fiery eyes, he saw greed, he saw tenacity, he saw lust, lust for status. He saw the things he saw in himself when he looked into the mirror every morning. He thought he saw them in Lily's but her friend had it all, plus more, in doubles.

"What makes you worthy of my time…"

When he trailed off, but kept his eyes on her, Joan was quick to decipher the reason behind his pause.

"Joan," she said, choosing to ignore the fact that she started her speech with her name but he forgot less than five minutes later. "Joan Simmons."

"Right, Joan," Asher noded, knowing that the moment she walked out of his sight, he was going to forget it again.

"What makes you worthy of the opportunity?"