“You were irritating me,” she corrected, “or are you going to tell me that I don’t recognize what being irritating feels like?” She gave a shooing gesture. “But yes, flit away.”
“I imagine it’s a different feeling for everyone,” Lottie quipped as she turned away, “But I’ll no doubt see you later.”
Isidora’s eyes flashed, and she caught Lottie hard by the wrist. “Are you looking to be punished, chica?” She hissed. Again. It wasn’t the first time that she had had to show Lottie what happened when she forgot her manners.
“Punished for looking, that’s a new one?” Lottie sneered as she pulled at her arm. Her petite frame left her at a disadvantage and she couldn’t get her arm free.
Did she just raise her voice to Isidora? Honestly? Now, the Domme’s temper did flair. “Si, my jacket. Which I’m wearing. Which means that, by virtue of looking at it, you were staring at me,” she snapped. “And you’d do well not to snip at me, Charlotte.” They were both Montagues, but Isidora was still a Dominant, and she had a bad temper.
“If you don’t want anyone to look at you then you need to get yourself one of those sedan chairs to be carried about in or never go out the door,” Lottie yelled back immediately. Scoffing at the warning she shook her head, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, is this where you pull the Dominant card again?”
Isidora’s eyes narrowed at the sass. “So it’s just okay to stare?” She shook her head. “That’s rude, chica.”
“I wasn’t staring at you,” she protested in a louder voice. “I was looking at your jacket. There’s no law that says I need to wander around staring at the ground all day.”
“Did you need something? No matter how many times you blink, I’m not going to disappear.”
“No you’re not, the laws of physics tell me that,” Lottie replied with a groan at the ridiculous words. “I was just admiring the pattern on your jacket, it reminded me of something.”
Lottie's wild adventure 