The Fix (The Carolina Connections, #1)(69)

“You may finish out ze day, but do not come back tomorrow.”

Fuck that shit. I had my purse; I was leaving now. Crazy-ass woman. I pretended to check my nails like a high-maintenance bad-ass prima donna. “I don’t think I will. Thanks anyway.” I shot her a saccharine smile and turned to leave. More French mumbling followed me. I didn’t technically know any French curse words, but I was fairly certain Antoinette called me a cock-gobbling whore. Or something like that.

As I opened the glass door once again, I heard the reception phone ring and Antoinette answering it with a lilting tone and that ridiculous greeting. “Good afternoon. Beaumont Furniture Gallery. ‘ow can I make your day fabulous?” I could swear she put extra emphasis on the last word, just to spite me. Not that I had time to roll so much as an eye; I was too busy laughing my ass off at her abrupt launch into a loud stream of filthy bilingual curses as she told my little prank caller exactly what he could do with his tiny little prick. It almost made me like her. Almost.

I pulled my phone from my purse as I strode to my car.

Me: How about a mani-pedi over your lunch break tomorrow? My treat!

Laney: Aww. That’s so sweet. Are you okay? It sounds like you broke Antoinette! LOL

Me: Never been better. Really. Now, what are your thoughts on Chris Hemsworth’s ass?