Page 114 of On the Wild Side

There’sa light at the end of this wet, dark, annoying tunnel.

For the first time in almost two weeks, I have the last load of sheets in the dryer. My arms are sosorefrom all the lifting and moving and sorting, not to mention the folding, but I’ve reached the bottom of the pile. Finally getting the washer fixed a few days ago made all of the difference.

Of course, my crew is about to get here with today’s dirty laundry, but it’ll finally be a manageable amount that, with my machines, should only take a couple of hours.

And I can do that in the morning.

At last, I’m back on schedule! It feels so good, I could cry.

With the work day almost finished, I clean the office, both the front area where my desk is and the workroom, with the washers and dryers, tables for folding, and all the shelving where the linens sit, waiting for the next day.

After my crew drops off their supplies and today’s laundry, they head out for the day, and I’m just about to lock the door when a woman comes sauntering in.

She’s beautiful. Taller than me, with long dark hair and olive skin. Her eyes are also dark, and her complexion is flawless. She’s willowy thin and is wearing tight jeans with a tucked-in cami, and her laser-sharp gaze finds mine.

“Wow,” she says, looking me up and down. I wouldn’t say she’s watching me with appreciation.

I instantly don’t like her.

“Uh, hello. Can I help you?”

“I wanted to come in and see you for myself.” She nods as she walks closer to my desk. “That Rancher ad is impressive, and I can see that they did you justice.”

What Rancher ad?

I frown up at her and purse my lips.

“Ah, you haven’t seen it yet,” she says with a smug smile. “Don’t worry, it’s a good one. Of course, Brady looks good enough to eat. He always does. That man isdelicious,with a cock that makes a girl just about beg for it.”

“Who are you?” I’m no longer perplexed. Now, I’m pissed.

“Jen,” she says and doesn’t hold out her hand. “And you’re the bitch he dumped me for.”

My mind whirls and then goes back to that night before Christmas when Brady came to the house and admitted that he’d been to his fuck buddy’s place before he found his way to me.

And all I can do is grin.

He came tome.

“From what I hear,” I say as I prop my hands on my hips, “it wasn’t really adumping.I didn’t think fuck buddies could bedumped.”

Her eyes narrow, and her lips firm in agitation before she looks me up and down again, disgust written all over her face.

“If he wanted to leave my bed and move on to a fat-ass like you, I guess that tells me all I need to know about his taste.”

Yeah, it hits the mark. But I just laugh at her again because this bitch will never see that she hurt my feelings.

“You know, it occurs to me that he stopped fucking you months ago. Why are you coming in here now? Our relationship isn’t a secret.”

Jen doesn’t lose that look of disgust. I suspect it’s on her face all the time, not just when she’s looking at me. “I didn’t buy that it would last. Then I saw the ad.”

With one last look, she spins on her heel and strides away.

As soon as the door closes behind her, I open my laptop and search for the newest ad and sit back, watching it.

I remember not long after the shoot, they set Brady up in a sound booth and asked him to record some lines for it so they could play his voice in the background. And I’m surprised to see that the ad runs for a minute and thirty seconds.

That’s a long-ass commercial.

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