Page 8 of Papa's Bébé
And wow, Millie was really open and honest considering they’d only just met.
“Yeah, like corner time, lines, and orgasm denial. That last one is the worst.”
Livvy nodded in agreement.
Did Sav do that to her? Actually, maybe Maya didn’t want to know. It might make things awkward.
“Um, right, I can imagine,” Maya said.
Millie sipped on her iced chocolate while Livvy had a latte. Maya had ordered some green tea. It was the cheapest thing on the menu. Being a yoga instructor didn’t pay that great and she had a lot of mouths to feed.
“I really enjoyed the class, Maya,” Millie said to her. “I’m not usually into exercise. If I’m running, then there’s a reason for it and you all better run too. But I have to set a good example for Mr. Fluffy. How can I expect him to exercise and diet if I don’t too? Although this iced chocolate probably wasn’t the smartest choice. Maybe I should opt for green tea next time.” Millie’s nose wrinkled as she studied Maya’s drink. “Even though it tastes like pee. No offense.”
Livvy giggled. “How would you know what pee tastes like?”
“I don’t. But Andrey once had to drink his own pee. Don’t ask, it’s not a nice story. He told me what it tasted like and I reckon it sounds like it tasted how green tea does.”
Right.
And she now wished she’d ordered the ginger tea.
Millie sucked up some more of her drink. “Yep. I think I’m going to become a regular. Reckon Betsy and Sunny might like it too.”
Livvy nodded enthusiastically. “And Tabby and Greer.”
“Totally,” Millie said. “We could fill a class with all of our girls.”
All their girls? She’d heard Livvy talk about her friends, but the only one she’d really met was Ricky, who she owned the hair salon with.
How many friends did they have?
Well, it didn’t matter. If they wanted to fill up her class, she’d take it. Anything that would keep the bitchy besties away. Although hopefully they wouldn’t be back.
“Oh heck! Is that the time?” Millie said with alarm, checking her watch. “I’ve got to get home before Spike does. He doesn’t know I was going out this morning. I forgot to tell him and Spike doesn’t like when he doesn’t know where I am. I could’ve texted him, of course. But I kind of forgot my phone, too.” Millie widened her eyes and made an ‘eek’ face. “Come along, Mr. Fluffy, we’ve got to get home.” She tugged at her dog who seemed to be in the throes of a blissed out cream coma.
Yep, he even had a happy, canine smile on his face.
“Mr. Fluffy! Spike is gonna kill us!” Millie cried.
Maya gave her an alarmed look. Kill her? Did she need help? Was Spike actually abusive? The way she’d talked about him before, it didn’t seem like the case, but sometimes it could be hard to tell.
“Do you need help?” she asked. “I can get you out of that situation. Just say the word.”
Millie gave her a surprised look.
“He won’t really kill her,” Livvy told her as Millie tried to wrangle Mr. Fluffy. “He actually adores her.”
“If he adored me, he’d let me get a dinosaur blow-up bouncy castle in the backyard permanently. I also wanted to grow some hedging and then get them cut into different dinosaurs, but he wasn’t keen on that either.”
“But he would let you get a bouncy castle for your birthday,” Livvy told her.
“Well, yes, obviously. He’s not a monster. Here we go, come on, Mr. Fluffy. The vet said you had to walk places so I am not going to get the car and come back for you,” Millie told her dog as he heaved himself up with a sigh and started walking . . . in the wrong direction. “No, no! Mr. Fluffy, we need to go this way.”
They finally headed off in the right direction, waving back at them. “Bye! Nice to meet you!”
“You too!” Maya called back.
“Is there something I can do to help with your boss?” Livvy asked.
