A catty giggle titters from me. My leather corset is chic as fuck and snatches my waist like a pinup doll. This housewife is jealous that I’m flaunting my cleavage. If I’m going to be tortured, I can at least look hot. Screw anybody who claims otherwise.
With a palm shielding my eyes, I make the effort to scan the surrounding area. “Where are these people? All I see is that guy and he hasn’t taken his eyes off my tits since I arrived.”
“That’s my husband,” she hisses.
“Sounds like a you problem then.” I glance at her buttoned-up cardigan, offering an exaggerated pout. “Maybe show some skin and he wouldn’t have to look elsewhere.”
She makes an indignant squeak. “How dare you insult me.”
“If that ain’t calling the kettle black, I don’t know what is.”
Another unladylike noise scrapes out of her flat personality. “I can’t believe Byron Benson hired you.”
Well, it appears introductions aren’t necessary. Shucks.
“You’d almost think someone got forced into it,” I quip.
The brunette balks as if she can’t believe I’d admit it. “You’re actually a nanny?”
“That’s what it says on my name tag.” My middle finger taps at the empty space above my left breast.
“Not sure what he sees in you.”
The condescending grin I deliver is bored of this conversation. “My pussy is tighter than a virgin’s asshole.”
She sputters on her most recent upset. “You’re unfit to be around children.”
“I agree but unfortunately, that’s not your decision. Run along now, Karen. And tell the others to fuck off.”
The brunette storms off in a tizzy I don’t get to fully appreciate. Ronnie is racing toward me with tears in her eyes. My knees meet the rubber floor as I open my arms to embrace her.
Once she’s cradled against me, I search her for injuries. “Are you hurt?”
She shakes her head. “No, not really. Will you dry my tears?”
“Of course, babes.” I wipe at her wet cheeks. “Why are you crying?”
“Jimmy pulled my hair and called me ugly.”
My fingers pause mid-swipe. Some punk ass is trying to belittle my sweet loophole? Hell fucking no.
Several things happen at once. I see red. There’s a pit of fury cracking open in my gut, spreading fire through my veins. Some dormant instinct kicks in and demands retaliation.
“Where is Jimmy now?” My voice is calm and collected, at total odds with the anger bubbling to a boil.
Her pointer finger seals the kid’s fate. “Over there.”
“Listen to me, kiddo. That boy is trying to shake your confidence. We’re not going to let him. You don’t cry over a man, okay? He’ll get on his knees and crawl to you, begging for forgiveness.”
“Ummm…”
“Just trust me.” I stand and pin a target on the bully’s forehead. “Be right back.”
Ronnie grabs my hand. “Where are you going?”
“To teach him a lesson he won’t learn in school.” And then I’m marching over to the scrawny little shit, stooping to his level. “Heard you got a problem with my girl, Jimmy. That’s a bad mistake. Really bad.”
The mop head wrinkles his nose. “Who’re are you?”