Fucking Alex Cabot.
Amanda drummed steadily on her desk, almost so hard she could bruise her fingertips, as she watched the statuesque blonde in her black-framed glasses sit on Olivia’s desk. She was beautiful – Amanda wasn’t blind. And while not attracted to Alex, she could see why Olivia was. She was the vision of wet dreams, though perhaps not her own. Her legs were crossed neatly, her skirt rose up showing off a bit more thigh than expected. Oh, she planned that. Oh, she knew exactly what she had and how to use it.
And Olivia was eating it up.
Amanda could feel a little bit of her heart breaking, but even more than that she could feel herself becoming disgustingly jealous. And bitter. So very, very bitter. Like a freshman pining over the varsity football star, only for his cheerleader girlfriend to get in the way.