Page 22 of The Bloodfeather Promise
“Put some goddamn clothes on.” My response is cool. “And wipe off the counter.”
She shakes her hair out of her face, finally standing up. God, this woman possesses not one ounce of shame. “I’m not the fucking maid.”
My eyes narrow, and something in my expression alerts her to the thin ice she’s skating on. With a huff of a sigh, she locates and yanks on her panties.
“Then drive your ass back to Atlanta tonight.” The boredom in my voice is definitely there. “I’ve got work to do. It’s pretty shitty, you just showing up out of the blue.”
“Sorry.” Crossing her arms over her bare chest, Holly frowns. “Anyway, what’s the problem? Thought you would want your stuff.”
“You’re seriously not that fucked up, are you? I just told you what the problem is.” Taking a long pull of my beer, I go sit out by the pool, strangely lighthearted at the path my thoughts take. Holly’s ass will be gone in the morning. I don’t want her coming back.
Ever.
