ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody ›

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. Parody/Fake. Not associated with Lisa Edelstein.

[️️ ️️️️️️️️️ @ichortale]

swoony type, long hair, bedroom eyes, cheeks like wine.

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

Overworked and underfucked or whatever people say these days.

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

@DoctorMilfburn — out her problems on the desk in front of her.

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

@DoctorMilfburn "I think the kids call it... getting mixed signals. By that, I mean that she has been uh, physical in her attraction towards me before. Which has caused me to fantasise, and it is making it difficult to focus at work."

Evelyn bit her bottom lip, averting her gaze as she laid —

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

“Are you sure?”

The secretary sighed softly, body relaxing in the chair. “I just… I’ve been having issues with my boss. Which doesn’t seem like I’d need a sex therapist for, but…”

[Dr. Jean Milburn ⇀ parody @DoctorMilfburn]

“Double? Oh no, I was very happy to fit you in Ms Klein.” Jean replied, giving the other woman a friendly smile.

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

“Thank you for taking me on such short notice.”

Evelyn sighed softly as she took a seat across from the therapist, toying with her pearls. It was a terrible nervous habit that she couldn’t seem to shake. “Really, I appreciate it. I’m willing to pay double.”

[Dr. Jean Milburn ⇀ parody @DoctorMilfburn]

“Ah, sorry I was running a little late. Come on in and take a seat.” Jean nodded towards the chair on the opposite side of her desk.

—————> @AstuteSecretary

[𝒱 @abiteofv]

god forbid, i exude confidence and enjoy sex.

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

— nervously fidgeting in a coffee shop fifteen minutes early, dressed in the normally soft way she used to dress when she lived with Addison and life was different. A silky sundress with her hair left down to frame her face.

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

[Closed Starter for @ardentsarcasm.]

TW: Alcoholism.

Evelyn Klein was a very stoic woman when it came to most things. Work, most of her hobbies, around strangers.

The only time she never managed to remained composed was in the presence of her ex-wife, who just so happened —

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

— being no contact, she wasn't expecting a kind invite out to get coffee. She was hardly going to say no, partially because of curiosity, and partially because she had missed the redhead.

There was a part of her brain telling her it was an ambush, yet she found herself —

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

I… yep. Still have your number.

Coffee sounds good. I’ll text you.

[𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 ࿏parody࿏ @ardentsarcasm]

Mm, well work insisted I attend. So here I am. Anyway, I’ll stop interrupting your morning and be on my way. Maybe we could get coffee sometime before I leave town. You still have my number yes?

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

I well… yes. Running isn’t normally my thing. I wasn’t expecting my ex-wife to be in town though.

[𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 ࿏parody࿏ @ardentsarcasm]

I’m just in town for a conference, decided to get a morning run in. I wasn’t expecting to well… run into you.

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

I...
Addie?

[𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 ࿏parody࿏ @ardentsarcasm]

Well, that would be a change.

[ً @aslovewept]

pretty & mean.

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

— the adrenaline chasing straight back to her ever-so-angelic self.

“I even made dessert.”

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

Each calculated movement tugged at Evelyn’s very short thread, unraveling her bit by bit.

She was aware of it, yet she couldn’t bring herself to stop her own destruction.

With her curiosities satiated, her eyes practically lit up, eyebrows slightly raised with the —

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

“If I didn’t need my gun?” She said softly. “I’d have used my hands. Quiet. Clean.”

Her free hand hovered—never touching—just close enough that Evelyn could sense the phantom outline of a grip around her jaw, a suggestion of power rather than the act itself. -

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

— Stupidly. So.”

The tension in the air was thick, gaze never leaving Juliet’s.

“Now, if you’re done tormenting me to watch me squirm despite there being plenty of other ways to do that… are you hungry?” Soft words slipped past softer lips.

The duality of Evelyn, —