Page 64 of Sweet Animosity

That’s a first.

Vivian’s friends stared at my crotch with wide eyes and open mouths.

I pulled Vivian to my side as I pressed her face against my chest. “Okay, now. That’s enough out of you, little one.”

They both swayed to the music as one spoke up. “It’s about time Vivian got laid.”

I smiled indulgently. “Nice to meet you both,” I said as I raised my phone, intent on getting a photo I could send to Serg so he could organize a pickup.

Both girls squealed. “A photo! Vivian, get in here.”

Fuck.

Before I could stop her, Vivian joined her friends.

My simple identification photo for my men became an impromptu photoshoot as the three women posed. First, there was the usual female huddle photo, then the Charlie’s Angels pose, then the playfully pushed out, exaggerated pout.

I gave them a thumbs up. “Very good, ladies. I think I have enough.”

They crowded around me.

“Let’s see. Oh! That’s a good one.”

“Michelle, your eyes pop in that one.”

“Vivian, you need to tell me the shade of that lipstick.”

“It’s Chanel. I think I have it somewhere in my purse. Let me check.”

“Yikes. Delete that one.”

“Stacey, we should totally put a champagne filter on that one.”

“Can you send these to us?”

“You should post these.”

“What’s your IG?”

Wrenching my phone from their grasp, I called for reinforcements.

Serg answered, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Help!”

“Var?”

“Send help. I’m overrun.”

“What kind of gun power will I need? How many men? What’s your location?” came the rapid-fire questions as Serg went into security mode.

“No guns. At least four men. You’ll need two for each woman. I’ll send you the GPS.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I need a capture and contain. Their names are Michelle and Stacey. See that they get home safely. I’m securing Vivian.”

All I heard in response was laughter.

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