CALLIE (The Naughty Ones Book 1) by Kristina Weaver Read Free Book Online

client’s son called Callie fat and she went all Menendez on him. Jesus, Dotty, you should have seen how hot this guy was. Callie just about left a drool string from her lips to the floor, she was that besotted, and then he goes and gets mad because she’s carrying the cake and,” she pauses to draw breath through her laughter and I shrug at Dot’s questioning look, “he just…he called her short and fat, though I don’t think he meant it to sound the way it did, and she went all mental on him. She even started muttering about borrowing Bill’s gun and teaching the rich boys of San Fran what it means to insult a woman’s weight!”
    I said that all out loud?
                  Now I’m just a little sheepish and I make a pact with myself never to threaten a client or one of their family members with violence again.
    “No. What an asshole.”
    “Yeah. But I am so totally over it now. Oh are those mini éclairs?”
    What I do know right now as I stuff my face and listen to Luci and Dot plan tonight like a pair of generals is that I’m totally okay with things as they stand.
    It’s ironic that it took me going nuts, because a man I was halfway in lust with called me a whale, to realize that Luci is right. I have to just go with the flow here and stop stressing about whether or not I will ever find my mystery man, because if not, I’m likely to lose my marbles and either attack someone or go completely crazy.
    I choose éclairs and laughter with my friends.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Six
    Only Whoopi Knows
    Callie
    Have you ever watched that movie Ghost ? The one with the great Whoopi and the legend that was and will always be my boy Patrick Swayze?
    Well there’s this one scene where she’s got the check, the one that has all the money that Carl guy was stealing. Anyway, she has the check and when he tells her to give it to the nun, it’s like she’s ready to lose a limb rather than give it up.
    When she finally does let go, she storms away, all purple suit and weird hat, stalking in such a weird way that made us all laugh and rewind to see it over and over again.
    Anyway, it was hilarious and it’s the one thing I go to when I feel shitty.
    And tonight I’m feeling dark as Destiny Sedgwick, the spoiled little rich girl, flits around complaining about everything from the killer crab hors d’oeuvres to the freaking chicken kebabs I made with my own two hands.
    I hate this woman, and yet it’s not her that’s making my bile rise. It’s that rude man. The totally dreamy dick that called me a fatty.
    He’s been standing across the room, schmoozing with his buddies.
    He’s been watching me all night as I try to unobtrusively mingle under the guise of serving the food while desperately trying to narrow down my list.
    Phillip Watkins is out. He’s got a gut that I would definitely have noticed and a tongue that makes me shudder just imagining it downtown.
    Gareth Toms. Out. The man has a voice that would shatter my eardrums if he bellowed—more like sang soprano—in the heat of the moment.
    Now my memories aren’t great, and I know for a fact I’ve embellished some of that night with my lascivious mind, but I recall a husky, groaned roar that still affects me when I think about it.
    Not Gary. Phew.
    That leaves me with seven candidates who I just know are here tonight.
    “Uh, miss…could you please stop looking at my husband that way?”
    My blush is hot as I look to my right and see Fitzgerald Johnson and his wife taking note of my narrow-eyed inspection while I note Dot and her unsubtle examination of a man across the room.
    We’ve all come armed with an abbreviated version of the list, this one with as many body specifications as I could recall—Jesus, I hope those are real and not my brain lewdly filling in the blanks. I had to physically restrain myself from adding ten-inch penis to the description after I took a nap and had a doozy of a dream.
    Hormones.
    “Er, sorry. I