Making the Cut by Anne Malcom Read Free Book Online Page A

commanded.
    “Don’t tell me what to do you...” I paused, trying to think of an effective insult.
    “Just fucking do it.” He snapped. “I won’t leave the porch until I hear the door lock.”
    He strolled out closing the door behind him and I heard his footsteps stop. “Fucksake.” I mumbled under my breath, hopping over to lock the door and arm the alarm, only then did I hear his heavy footsteps walking down the porch steps.
    What an infuriating arrogant asshole , I thought, trying as hard as I could not to feel any warmth over the fact he wouldn’t leave until he knew I was secure inside the house.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
    After finally getting to sleep after four, only after to taking care of the dull ache in between my legs while unwillingly thinking of Cade, I woke up and looked at my phone.
    “Fuckstick.” I muttered in my sleep zombie voice.
    “Well hello sleeping beauty.” Amy chirped, leaning against my door, looking fab in her white sundress with a huge turquoise necklace, and matching wedges, two coffee mugs in her hand.
    “I thought I might have to organize a herd of elephants to storm through here to wake you from your slumber.” She joked, coming to lay beside me in bed and handing me sweet sweet coffee. I groaned as the previous nights events washed over me.
    “I was supposed to go into the store today and sort things out for the opening next week.” I started to stress, taking a huge gulp of the precious nectar in my cup, letting it soothe me.
    “It’s Sunday girlfriend, day of rest and hangovers.” Amy laughed. “Lets just chill out today, go grab some brunch or more definitely late lunch, explore the town a bit more and enjoy a carefree day.” She jumped out of bed and waltzed towards my wardrobe.
    “Now you grab a shower and I will sort you an outfit.” She ordered.
    “Okay.” I sighed, pulling the covers back to get out of bed, forgetting about my foot until the pain reminded me.
    “Shit.” I cursed, hoping Amy wouldn’t notice the bandage.
    No such luck.
    “What did you do to your foot?” She asked with concern.
    “Ummm” I tried to think of some convincing lie, even though I knew Amy would sniff it out a mile away, we never lied to each other.
    “Ohhh I smell something interesting.” Damn, our unnaturally close bond. “Spill.” Amy demanded.
    “Fuck it.” I grumbled. I then proceed to relay the events of last night, in detail. After I finished Amy sat at the end of my bed wide eyed.
    “Well fuck me.” She breathed and didn’t say anything else.
    Wow, I think my best friend was actually lost for words, that was an absolute first. She always had some response in any situation, even when we bumped into Karl Lagerfeld in the Hamptons one summer. She managed to get us invited to dinner with him. It was awesome .
    “FUCK ME!” She yelled and I jumped, her tone bringing my thoughts back from the Hamptons.
    “No thanks you’re not my type.” I mumbled back.
    “Yeah sounds like your type is more tall dark and delicious.” She replied sarcastically. “This is amazing, I seriously can’t believe you were having some kind of scene out of a fucking romance movie right downstairs while I was asleep.” She looked at me with a smirk. “I mean…shit.”
    “There is nothing to smile about Ames, last night was a huge fuckup and I am going to make sure I never see him again.” I decided, wondering how the hell I was going to avoid the sexy biker in a town this small.
    “Newsflash babe, we are in Siberia you can’t exactly avoid him, he is like 1/10 th of the population,” She argued reading my mind.
    “Maybe a slight exaggeration Amy.” I rolled my eyes, gingerly testing out my foot, the pain wasn’t bad enough to stop me wearing heels.
    “You get the point.” She waved her hand. “Anyway why would you want to avoid that delicious hunk of stud? I mean this is brilliant, you have come out of nunnery.” She exclaimed clapping her