Page 10 of His Naughty Waitress
“I make it my business to know,honey.”
“I don’t think I can go that far,” Rosa-Beth says. “I mean, sleeping with a guy who’s practically a completestranger?”
“Whatever, Miss Prissy,”Tanyasays.
“Exactly,” Iagree.
Rosa-Beth shakes her head. “You need the money more than I do,Missy.”
Did my sister just say what she did? If looks could kill, my sister would have no fucking pulserightnow.
“Ineed the money, Rosa-Beth?” I ask, gritting my teeth with my fisted hands to my side in case one should independently reach up and punch her in the eye socket. “Last time I checked, you’re the one who racked up a shit load of credit card debt, youlittleshit.”
“True, but I’m not the one who’s trying to keep the house, Missy! We can’t afford to live in ahouse.”
“It’s all we have left of Dad.” I stare at her in disbelief. Thank goodness Tanya is around to keep me close to sanity right now but even Tanya’s presence isn’t enough. “You know what? Do whatever the fuck you want, Rosa-Beth. I’ll take care of things, like I’ve been doing. For the record, I don’t care if you sleep with someone this weekend. And I don’t care if you don’t. Fuck anyone you want.” I huff out a breath. “Well, anyone except for the one I’ve picked out. Carter. You should both know that I’ve already tried out the merchandise, and I want anothertaste.”
Tanya’s eyes widen to the size of golf balls. “When did you get to do the nasty with one of them already? I heard they just gotintotown.”
“They stopped off at thediner.”
“What? You did the deed at the diner? And you didn’t phone or text? Some bestieyouare.”
“I was already backed up at work, hun. Sorry…so, you want the blowbyblow?”
“I want to know how come you didn’t give me a heads-up that they came to your placeofwork.”
“They weren’t around long enough for you to make it over,Tanya.”
“It was long enough for you to fall on one of theirdicks.”
“It was an accident!” I cry out,giggling.
“What a convenient mishap!” Tanya grins, and I see she has once again diffused an argument, stepping up as the peacemaker between my sister and me. She has a way of easily playing this referee role each and every time sparks start flying. “Let’s get dressed, ladies,” she announces. “I’m ready to frolic with the rich andfamous.”
