Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl
I turned toward the window seats, preparing to make my way to my usual spot, when a voice stopped me.
“You people must like running your mouths. If you used more of your brain cells than your mouths, the world might actually improve.”
Everyone froze.
That voice.
I turned my head toward the doorway.
Penelope leaned against the wall, her black bob tucked behind one ear. A small tattoo peeked out from her neck, and another curled around her wrist. She wore a cropped white top, tiny black shorts, and a bomber jacket. Her arms were crossed, and the look in her eyes could’ve set someone on fire.