Page 37 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

“Seriously?All I want is one freaking day where I don’t have to see you everywhere I go.”

I turn at the sound of her voice, peering down at her.

She’s not an overly small woman, but she looks extra tiny today, and I’m sure that has to do with the cut on her foot. She’s opted out of wearing those sassy stilettos of hers while it heals, giving me at least eight inches on her.

“I’m the one standing in front of you, so that means you followed me here.”

“Yes, I most definitely followed you here because I can’t get enough of you at home or at work.” She rolls her eyes. “You are awfully full of yourself, you know that?”

“Full or just that aware of my effects on the female population?”

Her eyes tell me it’s definitely the first one.

“Next!” the server behind the counter calls.

I step up, pasting on my most seductive smile. “Hi there,” I say.

The woman barks out alaugh. “Oh, honey, your girl there had it right. It’s definitely the first one.”

Holland snickers from behind me.

“How are you, Darlene?” she asks, sliding in front of me.

“About as good as I can be, sugar. You want your usual?”

She nods. “Make it a large Diet Coke this time, please.”

“Sure thing. That’ll be—”

“And I’ll take the chicken poppyseed with a large unsweetened tea.” I slide my card across the counter before Holland can get her wallet out.

Darlene’s brows shoot into her hairline, looking between us. When Holland doesn’t object, she rings the order up and tells us she’ll be right out with our drinks.

“What? You’re not going to yell at me for buying your lunch?” I ask as we slide into a booth.

“No. I figure you owe me after that email this morning.”

“That so?”

“Yep.” She pulls a tablet out of her small purse and flips open the cover on the case. “Wonder what Jessa would say if I forwarded that over to her right now.”

I snatch the device from her fingers before she can.

“Hey!” she shrieks, reaching for it. “Give that back!”

“Not a chance. I don’t trust you.”

I’m about to close the cover when something on the screen catches my eye.

“Well, well, well,” I say. “What is this?He thrusts his throbbing cock into my hungry cunt.” I peek over the tablet at Holland. “You naughty, naughty girl.”

Her face is bright red, and judging by the look in her eyes, she’s back to plotting ways to dispose of my body.

Ignoring her, I skim the page, and I can’t say I hate what I’m reading.

“Is this what you were doing all weekend while holed up in your bedroom? Reading erotic fiction? Is it even fiction?” I fake a gasp. “Please tell me this is an entry in your diary and you wrote this.”

“I hate you,” she seethes, grabbing for the device again, but I hold it just out of reach.

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