Page 25 of Purrfectly Naughty

“Yes, she is fond of hair-pulling,” Hunter said apologetically.

“Nice to meet you, I am Javier Auberon.”

“Hunter, Paulie, um, Javier is my, well, that is, he’s, uh, ” she looked between the two men and down at her son who was also gazing at her with his head cocked to the side.

Shit.

“I am her friend,” he nodded and winked at Pamela.

“PAMELA!” the sound of her name being screamed from the kitchen set her into action and she excused herself from what had just become an awkward situation.

“Elissa? What is it?” she ran to the kitchen to see the Nari bent over a tray of what were supposed to be gingerbread men, but well, they weren’t.

“Ohmygawd,” snorted Jessica, who snagged one of the cookies hot off the tray, “you made gingerbread Weeble Wobbles!”

“Shut up, heifer,” growled Elissa as she tried to push the cookies back into shape.

“Dey twaste goof though,” mumbled Jess with a mouthful of the spicy holiday treat.

“What? Don’t talk with your mouthful. Is he here?” she addressed that last bit to Pamela.

“Who?”

“Who she says! You know Marion was on the phone with Gretchen the second he left the salon and she called Jess, who came here to tell me, and I can’t believe you didn’t let me know you got a little sumpin’ sumpin’ last night!”

“Holy shit, Elissa, how do you talk so fast?” Pamela stared in wonder.

“It’s a Hoboken thing, and don’t change the subject.”

“Yeah, we wanna know if you got that itch of yours scratched,” Jess waggled her eyebrows up and down in what was actually a very disturbing image.

“Shhh,” Pamela closed the door to the kitchen and sat down, “he’s a Shifter. He will hear you guys!”

“We heard he’s got an accent,” Elissa continued, “Is it hawt? Like British or like Aussie hawt? Come on, spill!!”

“Shhh! OMG! Okay, if I tell you will you both shut up?”

“YES!! Um, yessss,” they both shouted, then whispered in unison.

“Gods, help us,” Pamela rolled her eyes, “He is from South America and he has a slight accent that is actually more pronounced when we, um, that is when he is emotional.”

“OMG! Really?”

“And when he says my name sometimes, it’s like, holy fucking shit hot.”

“I knew it! His accent increases when he’s fucking, right? That is so hawt! He calls you Pamela, right? Like this though, Pa-mela!”

“Elissa, please shut up,” she begged respectfully, but of course the Nari was on a roll.

Loveable little nutjob that she was, she continued to butcher accents everywhere by repeating Pamela’s name fifty-odd times. There was nothing else to be done, she supposed so she just sat and shook her head and repeated herself, saying “please stop” every few minutes before finally, Elissa yelled once more.

“AGHHHHH! I always loved foreign accents, they are just so sexy,” Elissa said and fanned her face.

Just then, the kitchen door opened to admit a red-faced Hunter and Javier who was trying not to laugh but failing miserably. Pamela on the other hand wished she could disappear through the floor.

“Ladies,” growled Hunter as he stalked his wife who was trying not to giggle, “this is Javier. Jess, watch my kids while I have a word with my wife.”

Hunter bent down and scooped Elissa off her chair, tossing the blonde over his shoulder before heading towards their suite of rooms on the other side of the Pride House.

“Aren’t they romantic,” Jess sighed and stood up to go to the twins.

“Do you need help with them?” Pamela offered.

“Nah, Brayden’s already on his way back with my order from Bear Claw Bakery. Should be here in five minutes. You guys go on, get outta here!”

“Yes, let’s go, Pamela,” Javier said her name in that deep husky way that made her panties go damp almost immediately with need.

Dang it! He definitely heard her.

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