บททั้งหมดของ Devil’s Saints: Taz: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

Sometimes fate steps in to help after she knocks you on your ass. – Mike Standing from her chair, Rye stretched her arms high above her head and felt her back pop. The loose black t-shirt for a band she had never heard of rode up exposing pale flat abdominal muscles. She tugged down her shirt before running her hands through her short black hair. Rye wore her hair in what her coworkers had called the Karen bob. Longer in the front, short in the back and her natural gray patch falling on her right side. It worked well with her oval face and required minimal effort. She’d had a job interview this morning and still wore her makeup. Smokey purple eyeshadow and dark purple eyeliner brought out a bit of a purple tint to her pale blue, almost lavender, eyes. Light blush accented high round cheeks that could look better with more regular meals. Her full lips were dusky pink with a purple gloss over them.Rye had walked over to refill her coffee when the large heavily tatt

I can think of a dozen better places for me to have an office. Still with lots of girls. – Chance“Karan, a girl named Rye is going to call you. Give her an interview.” Tank had said unceremoniously when she answered her phone. “Do you want me to hire her?” Karan asked as she arranged her desk.“That’s up to you. I don’t know her, but she seems like she could use a break.” “Alright. But I’ll have to do a background check. I can’t get around that.” Karan pointed out. “Got it. Can I ask for one more favor? Interview her without Chance. She seems too innocent for him.”She had agreed and when the girl called in, Rye gave her an email to send paperwork to. It was all returned quickly enough that Karan was able to get the background check submitted the same day. With that done, Karan called her back and scheduled an interview. Rye had been excited about it and agreed to meet her the following day. Karan was impressed with the young woman. It had taken

It’s just for us to get to know each other. The girls will use it to set up social media accounts for The Clubhouse. If you don’t want it used, put a star by it. – Karan“Are you fucking kidding me?” Chance demanded as he held the questionnaire in front of him.“No, I’m not.” She said calmly. “And, yes, you will be at Thursday’s luncheon. And wearing your work shirt.”"I'm not wearing bells." He grumbled.She smiled sweetly at him and appreciated the view of him in her office. The black polo was pulled tight across his chest and abdomen. The sleeves were snug around his tattooed arms, and she knew firsthand how it felt to be wrapped up in those strong muscles. Just as she knew the strength in his denim clad legs. She took him in, all six feet two inches of muscle, tattoos, and attitude. Unconsciously, Karan gave a soft moan. Chance strode across the room and gently cupped her chin, tipping her face upwards. “You are about to be a married woman to

Yeh want me to feed how many people? On Thursday? Yeh should know we can do that with no issue. – NessieZee from Nessie’s Kitchen was overseeing lunch for the daycare employees. When Karan went to Nessie about the luncheon, she was sure that the other woman could do it. Probably with a hand tied behind her back. Possibly both hands.She left the menu up to Nessie and the Scottish beauty did not disappoint.There was a salad of mixed greens, with fresh strawberries, feta cheese, sliced almonds, and balsamic dressing. The main course was chicken penne pasta with spinach and bacon in alfredo sauce, parmesan cheese was placed on the tables. Yeast rolls were in the daycare ovens and the fruit was being sliced by the girls who came to help.Karan had worked for Nessie for a year and her organization skills still scared her. They were still looking for a full-time kitchen manager for the daycare. But for now, it was being split between Nessie, Karan, and Winona. Winona cou

Chance, Theresa Johnson just called. She has the twins in Rye’s class. Isn’t she Cookie’s sister? – JordanIt was six-thirty and most of the kids had already been picked up. Rye still had two children in her class. Four-year-old identical twins Gavin and Graham. Chubby cheeks, mahogany brown eyes, dark chocolate skin and black curly hair. They both wore blue jeans, gray t-shirts with smiling cars and black tennis shoes. Rye sat at the short table coloring with the boys. Their chubby little hands wrapped around the fat crayons. Two of the coloring pages of the letter A had multicolored scribbles on the pages. The third had the bubble letter colored purple with green grass. Rye was coloring the sky when Chance entered the room. “Why don’t you go ahead and go?” Chance suggested to Rye. “I still have kids.” Her smile was bright and her voice cheery. But her eyes were cold and filled with hate. “Theresa just called, she’s on her way. I know you want to get to your