Decebel reached over and grabbed another empty chair, pulled it to his side, and then tugged Jen by the back pocket of her jeans until she sat down in it. He placed his hand on her thigh, as if that was going to keep her in place and then looked at Vasile. “Now, what plan did you have in mind?”
Peri glowered at the two females sitting across from her. She knew when the meeting ended, and Jen had regurgitated some bull crap about wanting to have girl time with Peri, that she and the wolf-princess were going to corner her.
“No,” Peri snapped for the fifth time.
“But—” Jen started.
“No.”
“What about—” Jacque countered.
“No. And how about no. Also, no.” Peri smiled.
“Wow, who crapped on your Oreo?” Jacque narrowed her eyes as she flounced back on the couch with her arms across her chest.
“Don’t you have a baby that needs a boob?”
Jen threw her head back and cackled—literally cackled. “I’m sorry, Red, but that was awesome.”
Jacque turned her scowl on her best friend. “Don’t you have a mate who needs a boob?”
Jen snickered. “No, he prefers two.”
Peri pressed her fingers against the spot just between her brows and squeezed her eyes shut. Patience, she told herself. Vasile would not be happy if she maimed the mother of his grandson. Decebel would probably forgive her if she only roughed Jen up a bit.
“What are you smirking about?” Jen asked her.
Peri chuckled. “Not a thing. Are we done here?”
“No,” they both snarled at the same time.
“Okay, you two are about to get shock collars if you don’t get that crap under control,” Peri warned. “I will not be snarled at in surround sound. You want to snarl individually, maybe I’ll give you a pass. But you do it together and I go all glowy on your asses.”
“Peri you know you want to take us with you.”
“What gave you that idea? The part where I told your mates I didn’t want to take you with me?”
“You were lying,” Jacque said as if it were the most plausible thing on earth.
“Uh-huh, and you’re still sitting here not giving your boob to your baby. Why?”
“What’s this obsession with her boobs all of a sudden,” Jen piped in.
Peri groaned. “What did I do!” She yelled up at the ceiling. “Great Luna, if you’re listening, I take it back. Whatever I said that caused you to punish me withthem” —she pointed at the two girls across from her— “I take it back and beg your forgiveness.”
“Ha, ha,” Jacque said dryly.
The room was suddenly quiet as Peri stared back at Jen and Jacque who were in turn staring right back at her. The clock on Vasile’s wall ticked away as the seconds turned to minutes. Then, at the same time, both girls slid to the floor on their knees, hands folded together at their chests and begged. “Pleeeeeeeaaaaase,” they said in unison.
“Oh, good mother of pixie butts. Seriously? This is what you two are reduced to?”
They nodded. Peri was sure they’d choreographed this little show.
“Peri, we have to see her,” Jacque said, still on her knees.
“If you don’t take us, we’ll just sneak off on our own,” Jen added.
And they would do it. Peri had no doubt in her mind that if she didn’t take the two cows with her, then they would be on the internet ordering tickets on the first flight to Oceanside. They’d have to sneak away and get to the airport without their mates’ knowledge, of course, but they would do it. They probably had secret credit cards their males didn’t know about for just such an occasion.
