“First, however…” She sashayed herself over to stand right in front of him, where the backs of his legs leaned up against the mattress.
Petula gave him a slight push.
Down he went, onto his back, and as soon as he was prone, Petula dropped to her knees between his thighs, reaching for the waistband of his pajama bottoms.
“Petula?” he questioned with a crack in his voice.
“Yup,” she replied with a smile.
She lowered his PJ’s, cupped his sweet balls in one hand, then palmed his length up and down slowly before sucking him full into her mouth.
If he had anything to say after that, Petula wouldn’t know.
She was too busy enjoying the velvety feel of him, sliding in and out of her mouth.
Apparently so was he.
It was,indeed, a bummer to go back to work the following morning.
Petula wasn’t motivated at all.
And when she stepped foot in the door, and was summoned immediately into her nasty boss’s office, she steeled herself for the whatever might be coming, and reluctantly pointed her feet in the direction of the office.
Damn.
You never knew what would fly from up this bitch’s ass.
“Ms. Bothswait,” the woman sniffed as Petula stood at attention before her desk. “You have a new route today. The driver you’ll be replacing showed up this morning, but had to go home sick once he began vomiting.”
There was no sympathy in her statement. She said it in the same tone of voice she used when ordering lunch. Nothing seemed to touch this evil wretch.
“What about my regular route?” Petula asked, hoping beyond hope that she wasn’t going to be asked to pull a double shift.
“I’ve called the person who used to do it, and they’ve agreed to come in.”
At least that was something.
Still, Petula sighed.
This wasn’t what she needed today.
A freaking, new route to navigate.
CHAPTER 29
Julian wasn’t thrilledwith Petula’s call as he sat outside her headquarters waiting for her van to be loaded.
There had been a last-minute change to her route. Her new territory was an area pretty far northwest of town with which Julian was not familiar.
Julian, Statler, and the rest of the crew had at least been able to scout Petula’s previous route before she’d driven it, getting the lay of the land and making sure they knew where any trouble spots might be.
This morning Julian would be working blind.
He had a bad feeling about this. Things had been far too quiet over the weekend, with no sign of their perp even though Statler and his crew had scoured the entire area where the shooting had occurred.
Whoever this was, Jefferson or Bradly, they knew how to stay under the radar, and that was concerning.
“Keep your phone handy,” Julian told Petula before she hung up. “If anything looks suspicious at all, make sure you call me immediately.”
