Page 50 of Accidental Abduction

“Anything else? Did the she-witch show back up?”

She laughed, knowing exactly who I was referring to.

“No, after Hazel using your bat for the money shot and Reid toting her ass to the parking lot screaming so loudly he threatened to call the cops, none of us saw her again.”

Thank God.

“Do you think she’s going to come back now that the weather has cleared?”

She shrugged, wiping away the sweat ring my glass had left on the bar. “That chick is seriously delulu, there’s no telling what she’ll do. But I thought her head was going to explode when Hazel insinuated that he left with you. So, you might want to watch your back.”

Great. Just what I needed, a psycho ex stalking me because I stole her boy toy. Now that he wasn’t drinking her Kool Aid anymore, she was clearly panicking that she’d actually have to be a nice person to attract another man. Although some guys were into harpies, maybe she’d luck out and find one of them to train.

“Fuck,” Annie hissed, slowly darting her eyes toward the door to the bar.

Shifting slightly, I leaned over to look at the mirror behind Annie which reflected the front door. I should have known by the cold draft and the sense of dread slowly creeping up my spine that talking about her had summoned her evil ass.

“What’s she doing?” I whispered, paying more attention than warranted to my glass of water.

“She’s wiping down the menu with a hand sanitizer wipe she pulled out of her purse.” Annie curled her lip and shook her head. “Now she’s turning the pages like she’s going to catch an incurable disease from the laminated pages.”

“Ugh. She’s so annoying.”

“Now she’s glaring over here, snapping her fingers in the air.”

“Does she think you’re her servant or something? I don’t understand this entitled shit. Her father runs the fucking discount shoe store in Butterfly Ridge, it’s not like she’s royalty.”

“I think she noticed you. She just moved to a closer table and is typing something furiously into her phone. I don’t know how anyone can type with fake nails that long. They look like talons. And they probably have more bacteria than the menu did. How do you even wipe your ass with those things on?”

I stifled a laugh, recalling the several inch long fake nails she was poking me with at the party. She must’ve had to drive to Pueblo to get those things done, because I knew the local nail techs didn’t do those.

“What should I do? Should I try to sneak out?”

“Fuck no,” she laughed, continuing to ignore the woman who was now audibly huffing behind me. “Maybe you shouldaccidentallytell me all about your weekend with our naughty boss.”

“Ann, really? I don’t kiss and tell...much. Hudson tries so hard to be professional, I don’t want him to think I’m gossiping about our private business to my co-workers who are his employees.”

“It’s me. You know I’m not going to say anything, and I thinkbitchellaneeds a little wake-up call that Hudson has upgraded. And judging by the marks, you didn’t do a very good job of covering, he’s a bit of an animal in the sack.”

Subtly glancing over my shoulder, I made sure Viv was listening before I raised my voice. “Oh my God, I didn’t know he could be like that. Like, I know he’s our boss, but that man is seriously dirty. The mouth on him. Fuck.”

“Sounds like someone had a better weekend than I did. I was stuck here covering for your ass while you were off screwing Hudson.”

“And I don’t regret a second of it. It was so worth all the tips I lost.” And it really was. No amount of bar tips would offset the feeling of Hudson pressing me down and whispering dirty things in my ear as he fucked orgasm after orgasm out of my body. “I’m so tired, but I guess that many orgasms in just a few days would make anyone exhausted.”

Annie sputtered, her lip quivering with suppressed laughter before she got control of herself. “Looks like it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this relaxed.”

“It kind of hurts to sit down,” I chuckled, pushing my hair over my shoulder to make sure that the bite marks on my neck were visible from where Viv sat behind me. I wished I could record the look on her face right now, but as Annie’s eyes widened and she bit her lip to hold in a laugh, I knew it had to be epic. “I may need one of those donut things for like the next week. But we’ve got plans for later. So maybe I just need to woman up and take it like a... What did he call me?A naughty little devil.”

Annie’s attempt to hold back the laughter cracked and I lost it with her, giggling as a growl sounded from behind me.

“Um, excuse me?” Viv’s shrill voice called out, approaching the bar from behind me. “Does anyone here actually work? I’ve beensitting over there for five minutes and no one has come to take my drink order.”

Annie rolled her eyes, throwing the bar towel she’d been holding across her shoulder. “It’s a weekday, ma’am. We don’t have any servers on table duty until eight. You’ll need to come to the bar to place an order.”

“Fucking worthless,“ she hissed under her breath, but both Annie and I heard her. “Fine. I’ll take a dry martini. Do you have any top shelf liquor?”

She’d only been in this place about a million times over the last four years, and she had no idea what we carried behind the bar? “I don’t want any of that cheap shit you put in the collegekids’drinks.”

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