Page 12 of Just My Luck

“Home?” she shrieked. “I’m not ready to go home. I just don’t want to be near his ass!”

She waved a finger in her boyfriend’s face. He didn’t say anything. He just narrowed his eyes on her. Smart man to not speak up because now he’d have me to deal with.

Mallory’s boyfriends were a dime a dozen so I hadn’t bothered to learn this one’s name. She seemed to change them as often as I changed my underwear. Each one was good on the eyes and apparently amazing in bed; however, they were all complete idiots. A waste of time.

“Let’s go to your house and drink,” I offered.

“I like… I like that idea,” she slurred. “Bossman, you coming too?”

“I’ll ride along,” Maxwell chuckled.

“Oooo,” Mallory leaned over to my ear. “Maybe you’ll get toridetoo,” she said in a very loud whisper, nudging me in the side with her elbow.

A groan escaped me as those who heard her looked at me. They wore shit-eating grins. Maxwell turned his head but not before I caught his smile.

“Mallory, you’re embarrassing the crap out of me,” I sighed.

“You’re cute when you blush,” Mallory giggled and pinched my cheek. “So stinking cute.”

Ugh. It was going to be a long drive across town to her place.

CHAPTER EIGHT

MAXWELL

“Lay your ass down, Mallory!” I heard Elaina shout from the guest room.

We were only five minutes into driving Mallory home when Mallory announced she was going to be sick. Elaina had pulled over immediately, and we both tried to get Mallory to throw up in a trashcan. That was a bust because Mallory firmly informed us that shewas a civilized woman, who didn’t throw up in such peasantry items.Her words. Not mine. The same woman who a short time ago had stood on top of a table and dumped green beer on her boyfriends head.

The GPS still said we were twenty-five minutes from Mallory’s place. My apartment was less than five so I typed in my address into Elaina’s GPS. I gripped the oh-shit bars in her car as she put the pedal to the metal to get us here.

Now, here we are at my place with Elaina battling Mallory in my guest room. And by the sounds of it, Mallory was winning.

“What kind of bestie yells at her… at her… at her bestie!” Mallory sobbed. “I just wanted you to have a good St. Patrick’s Day. Maybe even get lucky! You know get some dick.”

“For fuck’s sake, Mallory. Stop crying,” Elaina hissed, making me chuckle to myself.

“He’s perfect for you, Elaina.”

My ears perked up at Mallory’s words. Perfect? That was quite a compliment coming from Mallory, who daily pointed out my mistakes in documents, emails, plans, etc.

“Don’t do this. Just hush.”

“I’m being serious, Elaina. You’re both stubborn as fuck. Super smart. You’re funnier than him, but he’s okay-funny.”

Elaina giggled at Mallory’s words while I frowned. I thought I had a pretty good sense of humor. But apparently, it leaves much to be desired.

“I won’t hate you if you sleep with my boss. Just don’t tell me if he has a big di–” Mallory began but her words came to an abrupt halt.

A loud commotion sounded from their side of the door. Muffled words and thuds were part of the chaos. If I had to bet on it, I’d say Elaina had just tackled Mallory and was now trying to clap a hand or pillow over Mallory’s mouth.

The thought of Elaina frantically trying to keep Mallory from finishing her sentence made me laugh.

“You ladies okay in there?” I asked, tapping on the door and grinning.

“Yes!” Elaina shouted. “Um… maybe you can go… anywhere. Anywhere but outside this door. Please.”

“Guess so. I mean, I did already hear the good stuff,” I joked.

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