Cassie woke face down in a puddle of drool. She lifted her throbbing head to survey her surroundings and moaned. She was in a strange bedroom. Panicking, she flipped over, and lifted the blanket to assess the damage. Although she wasn't totally naked, she was down to her bra and panties which definitely raised the question. She turned her head to discover a naked Randy passed out on his stomach next to her with his firm bare ass to the sky. Grinning, she took a moment to admire his finely sculpted butt while wondering if the front was every bit as fantastic.It was difficult to extract her dirty mind from the gutter back to reality, but the question as to why Randy was naked next to her did the trick. She frantically searched her memory for any recollection of how she ended up in his bed, but she came up empty. Tequila amnesia. It was the worst.Too many questions caused her head to ache more, and she didn't want to deal with any of them. Flipping the blanket over Randy's ass
Cassie and Randy entered the office and greeted Daniel. He sat slumped at Cassie's desk, looking tired yet focused on the computer screen. He glanced their way to acknowledge their arrival. "Hey." He sounded as though he had a rough night, too."So, Daniel, I hear you got suckered into a puppy," Cassie teased, trying to coax his attention from the screen. He motioned towards the waiting room where a chubby yellow lab puppy dozed under a chair. "Little bitch kept me up all night whining, and now she sleeps?" Daniel rolled his eyes dramatically. "Bloody hell. It's like having a child." Cassie made a move towards the puppy, but Randy playfully shoved her aside, lovingly scooped up the puppy, and whisked her away to his office."What's her name?" Cassie turned back to Daniel."Petunia.""Awwwww." She melted a little. "I love the name.""I thought I needed a lady in my life." His tone perked up, and he grinned, and his sexiness factor ricocheted off the scale. Seriousl
When Randy dropped Cassie off, she found Eryn chilling out on the porch. She hoped Eryn wasn't pissed at her for not coming home. With everything that was going on, Cassie had forgotten her friend. Overcome with guilt, she hung her head in shame as she approached Eryn. "I'm sorry I didn't call. Were you worried?" "Randy texted me yesterday to tell me that you were with him. It was no biggie." Eryn giggled as she reached for her phone and held it up. Cassie gaped at the screen that displayed a picture of her holding up a shot of tequila to her fat lip, looking completely plastered. She must have been in the hot tub, at that point, because her bra straps were visible, and she was topless."What an asshole! I'm going to kill him." Cassie tried to snatch the phone, but Eryn pulled it out of reach. Eryn gasped between hysterics. "You look so hilarious!" She held her side, trying to rein in her laughter. "I'm sorry. Hey, what happened to your lip?" "Long story," Cassie said
Cassie pulled into the office parking lot just as Daniel climbed off his motorcycle. The sunset behind him created an enticing silhouette of his body against the bike, and a swarm of unspeakable images invaded her perverted mind. It didn't help that he had several things going for him that she found utterly mouth-watering: a sexy, mystery accent, a motorbike, and not to mention, his orgasmic touch."If he has tattoos, I won't be able to contain myself," Cassie muttered, peeling her dirty self out of the van. As she walked towards him, her trepidation increased.Daniel looked up from whatever he was doing with the bike and nodded a hello."So, are we good to go? I want to get this over with, as soon as possible. It's ladies' night." Moving past him, she strolled towards the garage that housed the office surveillance van. The white cargo van had Mona's Cleaning Service decaled in bright purple on the side. Randy insisted that the van have a cover name, so people wouldn't be sus
They arrived at the fence to the Schmidt house to discover that it didn't have a gate or at least one that they could find in the dark. They skimmed the wood with their hands, trying to uncover a gate, but there didn't seem to be one."We'll have to jump over," Daniel whispered as he scanned the alley for witnesses. He crouched down and made a step with his hands to give Cassie a boost. Whispering her thanks, she grabbed his shoulders, and stepped onto his hands. He flipped her up, and she was over without incident. Seconds later, Daniel stood by her side. He scaled the fence like it was nothing, and it was probably six feet high. Impressed, Cassie shot him an approving grin. Before going in, they double-checked the fence to see if there was a gate but still couldn't find one."Who doesn't have a gate on their fence?" Cassie complained as she dug the key out of her pocket. The backyard was split by a long line of shrubs that cradled an enormous deck off the back door. They ma
Cassie cozied against the back of the closet and listened for voices. The wedding dress bag concealed her, but she wasn't confident it would be enough. Minutes felt like hours while she waited for a chance to escape. Finally, Tricia's phone rang, and Cassie said a prayer of thanks.When Tricia got off the call, she yelled to Chase. "Dad's on the way. He's taking us for ice cream.""Cool!" Chase replied with excitement.Thank God! Cassie thought. Tricia said, "I'm grabbing a sweater." Shit.Cassie's heart pounded in her chest, and she wondered how the whole neighborhood didn't hear it. On the edge of a coronary, she leaned back, as tight as she could, behind the dress as Tricia approached the closet. Cassie didn't breathe. She couldn't see anything from her hiding place, and she hoped that Tricia couldn't see her either. Tricia turned on the light to the closet and was in and out in a flash. As close to heart failure as she had ever been, Cassie gradually released her b
Cassie strolled into the office around ten the next morning feeling like complete crap. It was Friday. One week since her life fell apart. To top off the anniversary of the night from hell, PMS crept in, she hardly slept, and a merlot migraine mercilessly pounded against her temples, making her extremely grumpy. Two nights in a row of near alcoholic indulgence had taken a toll on her, body, and soul.As soon as she entered the building, Randy whipped open his office door, glared at her and shouted, "My office. Now!""If you expect to live, I need coffee first." Ignoring him, she headed straight for the coffee machine."Hurry up," Randy ordered."Great," she mumbled, scowling at Daniel. "You ratted me out, didn't you?" Daniel's silence and averted eyes gave him away. "Rat!" she spat and stormed into Randy's office. She slumped into a chair, closed her eyes, and took her first sip of life-saving nectar. Randy slammed the door and went off like a bomb. Whatever. She had coffee.
Cassie arrived at the Twisted Thistle at five-thirty sharp. She stopped in the ladies' room to admire herself one more time, grinning at her reflection with satisfaction. A solid nap, the perfect dress, and scads of makeup did wonders. She looked awesome.Randy is going to flip, she thought. Not that it mattered. She wasn't into her boss, but for shits and giggles and a whole lot of satisfaction, she'd make him squirm. He deserved it for making her do this.This was the first time Cassie had to play the honeypot, and being enticing, sexy, was the only way to get the job done. The extra effort put into her appearance for the gig was above and beyond and way outside her comfort zone. Tilting her head, she eyed the person staring back at her; she looked like a prostitute or someone blatantly trying to get laid.It was exactly the look she needed.Her heart pumped out of control in her chest, and she felt stiff with apprehension. A huge part of her did not want to do this, but she