It had to be like cornering a wild animal that turned and snarled. Dan was snarling, and she could tell he'd been drinking. But Dan wasn’t usually a mean drunk; normally he was everyone's buddy when he drank. Apparently Sadie Andersen was Dan's "buddy" too. Nia hated how pretty Sadie was. Not at the moment, because Sadie was disheveled. But Nia could tell Sadie was a stylish woman when not so disheveled—from screwing Nia’s husband. Nia flinched again at the unbelievable thought as she decided Sadie was the classy kind of woman. Sadie had her hair styled and colored regularly, her nails done, and she wore designer clothes ... when not taking it doggie style from Dan. Sadie Andersen had curves. Was that why Dan wanted her, Nia wondered—because Sadie had ample curves and Nia had none? Her chest ached with her thoughts. Men liked voluptuous women, didn't they? "Nia, you need to get these damn cameras out of here so we can talk," Dan ordered her sharply. At least he had his pants on.
