Chapter 39: SOFIA
The thing about begging is that the more you do it, subsequently the shame subsides with time.
Perhaps that’s not right. I think what I meant to say is that with a person, like me and Alicia, constant begging can dull out shame. But with a peer, especially an obnoxious one like this dark-haired man before me, the shame hits anew.
Begging or groveling before Alicia, as many times as I’ve done it, feels as normal as a conversation between a stepmom and a stepdaughter. Everyone knows how the story of stepmoms and stepdaughters usually goes, rarely are they besties.
I may have resolved to beg Richard, but that doesn’t mean it was going to be easy. How could it be with that glint in his eyes? That luster in his eyes as he
waited for me to do it.
It may seem like begging for a tour was a misplaced priority. Any normal person would be directing that energy to changing his mind regarding the job position. But when you are left with just one option like me, priorities and choices are simply not on the table.
Besides, his mind was already made up concerning the job, it was Cole’s and begging for it would be a waste of time and energy.
Resolved to my fate, I decided to not only beg, but to do so in a way that my dignity may remain intact, and at the same time make it seem like I was totally sacrificing it for him.
Switching to the role like discharging a cloth and donning another, I submerged myself to the act.
Slowly, I decreased my height, bending one knee and the other.
Good.
I murmured to myself as his expression turned to surprise and then, disapproval. He hadn’t expected this and that was all the motivation I needed to keep the act going.