“Because I’m hot.”
“Take a look around. It’s a fucking furnace in here.”
“But I’m the hottest in the furnace.”
Tiara barked in agreement, almost jumping out of my bag.
Jared crinkled his nose. “What’s that rodent doing in here?”
I gasped in shock, covering Tiara’s ears. “I beg your pardon. Queen Tiara is a fierce beast. You should apologize to Her Majesty before she decides to have her revenge on you.”
He lowered his head and glared at my precious girl. “Bring it on.”
She clenched her teeth and growled. “Oh my God. You pissed her off now. I’m not responsible for what happens next.”
“I’m not scared of her. What’s the worst she could do?”
“She could barf on you.”
“Jeez.” He took a step back, his forehead wrinkling. “Why did you bring her here?”
“She doesn’t like long road trips, and we’d just returned from one. It made her sick. I hated to leave her alone at home.”
“No, you brought her here to blackmail me into not firing you.”
I winked. “Can’t say I haven’t thought about it. I’m new to the kink, but I love it.” Thanks to the woman that must not be named.
“Bitch!”
“Yes, babe?” I said softly in my most seductive tone. “Do you want me to do a little dance for you?” I twirled and started shaking my ass, Tiara joining the dance in the bag.
“Oh for fuck’s sake. There is no amount of ass shaking in the world that’s enough to make up for what you did.”
“How about some cock wiggling then?” I spun to face him and unbuttoned my jeans. Then I moved my fist in circles in front of my crotch.
“Not interested.”
“Okay, so you wanna jump straight to business. Come here, babe. Don’t be shy. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
He hurled a stapler at me. I ducked fast to dodge it, protecting Tiara’s face with my hands. The stapler screeched at the wall and fell gaping on the floor. Son of a bitch. “Dai, Jared. I was a mess. I really needed to see my daughter. Don’t be a dick.”
“I’m the dick?”
“It’s not like I’ve ever taken a day off. I’m always here. I deserve a vacation.”
“Three days in a row? Without prior notice? After you promised you’d be here on the weekend?”
“I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.”
“I told you that woman was trouble.”
That was what he was really bitching about. If I’d just asked for some time off for no reason, he wouldn’t have been that much in heat about it. But girl issues weren’t a valid excuse for a time off in our world. “That woman is gone.”
“From your head…and from wherever else you have her?”
No. “I’m back, Jared. That’s all that matters. Now, tell me how I’m shaking it tonight. The Italian dom or the patriotic immigrant?”
“The stripper at a hotel bachelorette party.”
