THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 21's. Intimidations 3
"Thank you for giving me a day off yesterday. Otherwise I'd be in badmood fashion for that favoritism compliment. Take it easy I'll get rid of that naive Shasa."
And so, in the lobby room of the hotel Anna was sitting near me, with makeup accentuating her assets, beautiful hair, full d*, slim legs, bod*y her Spanish guitar, even wearing red clothes. Men who see it will feel that they are willing to trade anything to be with him.
"He's 30 yards up, act." Anna pretended to show me something on her phone and stuck it close to me. While I'm hugging the phallus*ng slim it familiarly.
"Alex Hallo,..." Shasha got to my front, she clearly saw Anna distractedly.
"Ohh Shasha, sit down, and our car will be called Anna. He's my personal assistant." I looked at Anna. "Dear call our car. Oh yes this is Shasha, she who I told you will come with us."
"Hallo Miss Shasha, nice to meet you." Anna looked at Shasha with a distant winning view. She smiled sweetly.
Anna and I chatted smoothly, almost forgetting that Shasha was in front of us waiting for our car to arrive in front of the lobby. Obviously Shasha felt defeated, her face showed that she did not like Anna.
"Boss, our car's here." Anna stood up, I followed her.
"Shasha come on." We walked to the car together. Anna let me get in the car first, I knew her point so she could sit in the middle, blocking between me and Shasha, she said, but the girl instead walked round to the other door avoiding Anna and sat down beside me. Anna rolled her eyes as soon as she knew she was rolling to the door on the other side.
He managed to sit next to me.
"A highly skilled agent." He speaks Russian. She thought Anna didn't understand what she was saying Anna spoke English while talking to me.
"He is skilled. This Jala*ng knows how to make you happy." I replied with a big smile. Anna narrowed her eyes at Shasha.
"What doyou mean. I'm skilled, what do you have to do with what I do. You haven't seen my skills, you want to learn with me cyka (b*itch)." Anna replied smoothly to her words. Shasa was surprised Anna could reply so long and even knew her swearing. I held my laughter. "Boss, this cyka is jealous of me, not your brother, which part of him can compare to me." Anna's next words made me laugh out loud.
"You speak Russian?"
"I think it's better than you. You want to hear me make a day-slashing poem about a dry tree blown by the winter wind." Anna starts attacking him, she insinuates Shasha's thin figure and can't be compared to him.
"Dry tree blowing in the wind what do you mean." I'm out right now.
"That means that there is no part of you that can be done*ng, you will only hit the tula*ng boss, what a good thing to do*du with bone."
"You yourself why would you want to be next to him. You think you can rival me?"
"I'm not competing with you!"
"Say you've lost."
If Shasha attacks him back she can say her point is a poem about winter in literary terms and she's too seasoned. And anyway the girl will lose talking to him.
It's a fun pastime. Anna is indeed amazing, having her beside me is obviously a huge help.
"You don't get too fluent in Russian, maybe he doesn't understand, Russian isn't as good as you." I said to Anna.
"Ahhh, am I better? Did ya? You need a good teacher, it seems. It's sad, you don't know your own mother tongue."
"I don't need you to mention my language, take care of your own life." Now the girl is angry. And he couldn't have spent his time on the plane trying to sit next to us.
"You're angry apparently, your own fault starts first." Anna's mission was a success this time. I don't know if he'll decide to be stubborn and still try to call me.
"You're just an assistant, don't be a big head." Finally he said something to attack Anna.
"I'm a big head? You're the one who suddenly said to me ja*lang, I'm just saying back to you."
"Alright, we've got this fight. We've got eight hours of flight ahead, I don't think we can be in the same row.
"Agreed." Anna immediately snatched.
And Shasha didn't say anything. Back in Montreal, how's my Svetluny. Maybe I should send flowers for her again...
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