Page 50 of Second Chances with my Billionaire Bosses

The next time I saw myself I almost didn’t recognize the woman staring back. Mousy Maxie was dead. Instead, I looked…bold and happy. I looked like the woman who went to bed with three sexy men and had amazing orgasms. The long curls were gone. My new hair was short, just above my chin, and the curls were even bigger and bouncier without the extra weight. They spiraled around my face in the most beautiful dusty pink color.

“Wow.” I touched the curls and grinned when they felt like silk under my fingertips.

“Holy shit, Maxie.” Nellie stood up and stared at my reflection. “I mean… Holy shit. You look hot.”

“Look at those cheekbones. And I swear that shade of pink makes the color of your lips pop. And your eyes!” Ava pressed her hand to her heart. “You’re going to break some hearts.”

My eyes did pop without the thick curtain of hair hiding them. I turned my head from side to side and let out a small laugh. “Wow.”

“You broke her!” Nellie smiled and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Still want that tattoo?”

I stood up and looked down at my tank top and jeans.

“Yes, and I want to buy a dress on the way.”

“Lord have mercy on the men you cross paths with, honey.” Ava looked up as the bell over the door rang and Sugar Moore strode in with several other women, all ready for the meeting. “We’re taking a field trip, ladies! Maxie needs a dress and then we’re getting tattoos!”

Nellie paused. “We’regetting tattoos?”

“What better way to honor our club?” Ava looked at my body and snapped her fingers. “I think I know who to call for that dress.”

She did. I saw a different side to Ava that night, a side who got stuff done and didn’t take more than a few minutes to do it. I was wearing a new-to-me white sundress which hugged my curves and stopped much higher than I normally would’ve been comfortable with in under twenty minutes. Half an hour after that, I was lying back on a plastic wrapped leather table with a man named Big John setting my thigh on fire as he tattooed a beautiful picture of Bob’s face on me.

Nellie stayed by my side, her phone held high as she video chatted with Vera. The noise in the makeshift tattoo parlor was at an all-time high as Sugar passed around several flasks and everyone got drunk. Big John, true to Ava’s word, really didseem to enjoy having a bunch of crazy drunk women hanging around. He was all smiles as he finished with my thigh and then told me to roll onto my side.

Vera’s face filled Nellie’s phone screen and she screamed. “I want my thighs back! Look at you! I’ll trade you a screaming newborn who only wants her daddies for those thighs, Maxie.”

I grimaced and reached for one of the flasks as Big John worked on the second tattoo, the small pink heart at the top of my hip that every one of the women were getting.

“Did you know tattoos hurt? Like, a lot?”

“Oh, come on! It can’t be worse than losing your virginity to three men hung like horses!” Vera giggled when I blushed and Big John threw his head back and cackled. “Oops. Was that okay?”

I’d maybe had a few more sips from the flask than I’d planned and I’d blurted out a lot of things. A lot, a lot of things.

“I don’t like you very much right now.”

Big John put a second wrap over the smaller tattoo and helped me sit up.

“Young lady, you lead an exciting life. Good for you.”

I couldn’t get the smile off my face as I moved aside so Sugar could get her tattoo. Looking down at her, I grinned and wiggled my finger.

“I hope that doesn’t hinder your movements when you’re climbing over Steve’s back fence next time.”

Everyone who’d heard howled with laughter as Sugar’s face turned bright red. She stammered out a few syllables for a moment and then just gave up.

“Just tattoo me, Big John.”

“God, I like this new version of you, Maxie.” Nellie hugged me tight and then burped. “Uh. I might’ve taken too many drinks from whatever Sugar’s hiding in that flask.”

“It’s moonshine, baby.” Sugar let out a yelp as Big John started her tattoo. “Oh, sweet Jesus. Why the hell are we doing this again?! Maxie Hellstone, I think you might just be a bad influence!”

CHAPTER 37

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I sat on the front porch in one of the new rocking chairs we’d had delivered and listened to the sounds of the cows chattering in the distance. They seemed to be happily adjusting to their new home. I might’ve been adjusting just as well if we weren’t currently locked in a stalemate with Maxie. For a woman who’d been so afraid to rock the boat when we first got to town, she sure was coming into her own in being stubborn and defiant. If it didn’t mean I had blue balls and an ache in my chest for the woman, I would’ve been damn proud of her.

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