Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)(39)

The blonde drops my hand, tilts her head to the side, and asks, “Are you okay? You look a little pale?”

“Um… I… um…” I stutter as I take a step back from them. My gaze flicks back and forth between the women, wondering if they have weapons and why in the hell I didn’t slam the door in their faces.

The brunette—what was her name… Callie?—gives a nudge to the other with a knowing look on her face and takes a tentative step toward me through the doorway. “She thinks we’re here to bust her chops about The Silo.”

She says this to her friend, but her eyes are on me. I take another step backward.

“Well, reassure her we’re not,” the blonde—Sloane, I think—urges her.

“I’m here to offer you a job,” Callie says, and I halt my backward momentum.

“Excuse me?” I ask, stunned at this weird turn of events.

“Bridger told Woolf you were looking for a job. Woolf told me. I happen to be looking for someone to help with my dad’s campaign—”

“—he’s running for governor,” Sloane pipes in.

“—that’s right. Things are starting to ramp up and I need help,” Callie concludes.

Okay, now this is just too weird for me to comprehend. With all the peculiarity and stress in my life, I seriously cannot digest what these women are doing.

“Let me get this straight,” I ask with hands on my hips and eyes slightly narrowed at Callie. I decide not to hold any punches. “You want to offer me a job on your father’s political campaign?”

“That’s right,” she says with a bright smile. “I mean… you can do some basic typing, right. Address envelopes? Stick signs in yards? It’s pretty basic, but it’s a full-time position.”

I ignore the requirements for the job as I’m more than qualified and decide to really address the elephant in the room. “I’ve been with both your men at The Silo. Why are you helping me? Why in the hell are you even here shaking my hand?”

My voice gets a little hysterical at the end, and Callie’s eyes soften. She ignores the fact I haven’t invited her in and takes two more steps toward me. Her hands come to my shoulders and she squeezes them. “Cat… I don’t know you, but Bridger and Woolf both assure me that you are a very nice person. Sloane and I know all about The Silo and what our men did there before we came along. And that’s where I want you to focus… you were with them before Sloane and I got involved, and we have no right to judge or be mad at something they did before we fell in love. So if we don’t have a problem with it, I don’t think you should.”

I blink at her stupidly because although her words make sense, I know just enough about women to know they are jealous creatures. I also know no women who would want to be friends or co-workers with someone who had very kinky sex with their significant other.

“She doesn’t believe you,” Sloane says as she leans a shoulder against the doorjamb. “Figures.”

“Well, we don’t have time to convince you. I’m starved. We promised Rand we’d take you to lunch and discuss the job, so let’s go,” Callie says in exasperation and takes my elbow.

I’m still sort of frozen from the shock of all this, but my feet willingly move when she pulls me toward the door.

“Rand did tell you we’d be by, right?”

I shake my head, no words coming out. As I grab my purse on the bench in the mudroom as an afterthought, Sloane mutters, “Typical man. Forgetting the important things. Don’t worry… we’ll have a great time at lunch. Margaritas at The Merry Piglet make everything better.”

Now that is something that’s finally clicking with me. I could use a margarita.

Or five.





“So then everything spills out of my purse,” Sloane says with a gasping laugh, “and a butt plug rolls out. Right to the foot of the waiter. He picks it up and just hands it to me with a red face. And Cain was dying laughing.”

Callie wheezes she’s laughing so hard, slapping at the table and nearly knocking over her third margarita. I look back and forth between these two women as I have been most of lunch… with my mouth hanging open.

Sloane looks up at me with tear-filled eyes and smirks. “Come on, Cat. That’s funny, right?”

“She’s still in shock,” Callie affirms with eyes just as wet from laughter.

“Maybe we broke her,” Sloane says thoughtfully, wiping a finger under her eye to push away the moisture. “Rand’s going to be pissed.”

I take another healthy slurp of my margarita, also my third, and mutter with a smile, “It’s funny.”

Then I take another slurp.

“So what’s your take on anal?” Sloane asks me, and I start choking. “Like or dislike? Callie still hasn’t worked up enough courage to take it all the way, but I love it with Cain.”

“I… I…” I stutter as both of them look at me with mischievous faces. Eyes shining and happy, and truly, truly not in the least offended by the presence of a woman such as me. I mean, they seriously look like they’re enjoying this company and discussion.

Almost like I’d imagine real girlfriends do.

Resolution strengthens my spine. I decide to accept the fact that they seem to like me and are not put out by my past relationships with their boyfriends. I decide to own it.