The Grip of Jealousy

Stella looked up and was greeted by Bianca, who was sporting a tight outfit. She was standing in a position that could show off her allure as much as possible, her gaze on Stella. "You like Mr. Vance, don't you?" she whispered. And her gaze stayed on Stella. Gaze as piercing as a sword.

"No," said Stella coolly.

Bianca tilted her head. "I see." And then she left, swaying her hips.

Stella had seen