Her face turned red with rage, “Don’t you dare, you yellow-bellied cur! I will-”
“Beat me black and blue? Save the histrionics for that blue-blooded redhead of yours. Touch me and I’ll make you regret it as sure as God made little green apples. Don’t think I’m not aware of that little black book and your penchant for Japanese blue films. I wonder what your golden boy would think if he ever found out.” He said nonchalantly, amusement written in his pretty green eyes, and hatred in his black heart.
She turned blue, fear radiating from every inch of her tan skin. “You wouldn’t!”
“Try me. I would love to see the muck of scandal splotching your lily-white image.”
“For Christ’s sake, don’t tell him about the bloody black book! He’ll - he’ll…” She stuttered, going red.
“Why shouldn’t I? A scarlet woman whose red-blooded fiancé is prone to be bitten by the green-eyed monster every time she looks at another man - add a dash of blackmail and voila! You have the recipe for a brilliant pulp novel!” he said, amused.
Her faced bleached of all colour. “Blackmail? You’re bloody going to blackmail me? You good-for-nothing blue-balled louse! You used me like damned ladder! I took you to the glittering parties, and this is how you bloody repay me?”
“There, there, kitten. No need to turn the air blue. I can’t say I understand your frustration, but I’m new to this too. I’ve never bled someone white before, but if you don’t watch that vermillion trap of yours, I might just start with you.” He chuckled, tickled pink by the situation.