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“What if she passed out and hit her head on something?” Max demanded. “She’s a lightweight.”
Angelina knew her time was up. She didn’t care about the waitress, but the guy worried her. How would she ever explain this if he was a client? It truly was an accident. Plus, she wasn’t sure he was someone she worked with in the past. It could be someone she recognized from the supermarket. Maybe one of her dad’s friends. Okay, hopefully, not his friend. That would be just as bad as her client.
The door rattled again. Steeling herself, Angelina flushed the toilet and released the latch on the stall door. The bathroom was deathly silent. She skipped washing her hands in the sink and hurried to unlock the door. There was hand sanitizer in her purse. She wasn’t sure if it was strong enough to wipe away what happened, but a healthy dollop and a few more of those drinks might get the job done.
Chapter 19
“You’re kidding me,” Jake smiled with glee as he zipped through traffic. “In the restroom of the club?”
“I didn’t know what to do,” Angelina groaned.
Jake and Max ushered her out the exit beside the bathroom as soon as she unlocked the door. Using the back entrance, they successfully avoided the protest circus being filmed outside the club. The engine’s hum and the adrenaline crash had Angelina nodding off before Max hit the highway.
After a restful night’s sleep in the spare bedroom, Jake insisted their Saturday be spent at the mall. She tried to find an excuse, but once Jake set his mind on something, there was no talking him out of it.
“And you didn’t call? I would have beat on the door sooner.”
“My phone was in my purse. Max had my purse.”
“Are your retinas burning? Do we need to find you an optometrist to check your vision?”
“All good, but if I could get the image out of my brain, it would be better.”
“I know exactly what you need.”
“Do tell,” she replied hesitantly. “Because the whole shake it like an etch a sketch thing isn’t working.”
“You need to shop. You need new silky, lacy things to make your lady bits happy.”
“Who said my lady bits were unhappy?”
“It isn’t just about the bits. It’s a mindset. A confidence booster. Something that makes you feel so bold you would have strutted your cute self out of that stall and smacked his ass before you joined in.”
“If he was padre, what would I be?”
“The sexy demon that snatched his soul.”
Sexy soul-snatching demon. Angelina shrugged. She could get behind that. Not that she wanted to join in last night, but a little extra swagger in your step never hurt.
“And what do you propose we buy to achieve soul-snatching demon status?”
“Only one answer,” Jake wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Lingerie.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No, Jake. Do you know what it is like to walk into a store and have them point you to the little girl’s section for training bras? Nothing is sexy about the little rose applique in the middle of your bra. The only people they attract are ten-year-old girls and pedophiles. I don’t get to shop in lingerie stores. I order online because no one stocks a negative boob size.”
“We will find something.”
“The only thing we will find isn’t going to be on the same level as demon soul snatcher.”
“What is your favorite color? We will search until we find something in that color to make you feel spectacular.”
“Face it. If I were a color, I would be oatmeal. Plain old boring oatmeal. No sugar. No chocolate chips. Not even a raisin.”
Jake smirked. “You cannot see it, can you?”
