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“How are you so calm? I’ll be crapping my pants while I wait. Oh, have you heard from Hannah?”
“I call her every day, and she still clearly isn’t ready to see me. I remind her too much about them because she sees them as my stepbrothers. As if.”
“Sorry, kiddo. She probably still needs a little more time. You’re a direct reminder of her broken heart being so close to them.”
“I get it. But I don’t even like them, Jesse. You know this. In fact, I downright hate them. They’re insufferable, infuriating, bossy, and arrogant, with a massive side of superiority complex coupled with just being complete assholes.”
“Tell me how you really feel about them,” Jesse said, laughing, using the line she always used whenever Paisley ranted about them. Which was often enough in the last three years. Jesse also declared herself exempt from any repercussions if she fangirled them because she was married. Paisley gave her a pass to drool if she so desperately needed to drool over them.
Once Paisley handed a hotdog to Jesse, she tried not to gag when Jesse pulled out a glass jar of molasses from the pocket of her dress and proceeded to smother her hot dog in the black gooey stuff.
“Wait until you’re pregnant and you have weird cravings. I don’t go anywhere without this baby,” she said, tapping the jar.
“I’m never getting pregnant. It’s going to be me and my cat getting old together.”
“Ha, did you forget them saying they were going to breed you? My god, I still get secondhand tingles from their texts. No wonder they’re sex gods if that’s their A-game. But you, my young, unmarried darling with zero offspring, gorgeous friend, you’re a genius for coming up with this. Hannah has no idea what you’re doing for her.”
“Yeah, well, someone had to do something,” Paisley said offhandedly. “It was about time they were taught a lesson.”
“Oh, wait for this. Bred by her Guardians. That could be the title of a romance novel. I would eat that shit up in a heartbeat. What? It’s my hormones talking, not me.”
“I prefer How To Kill Your Guardians and Get Away With It.”
Jesse laughed until a strange look came over her face.
“What?” Paisley asked, thinking she had mustard on her chin or something.
“I don’t know... but I feel so excited. Soulmates exist, you know that, right?”
“Eat your molasses hotdog, you weird pregnant lady.”
~~~***~~~
Show time.
Satisfied with herself after taking one last glance at the mirror, Paisley grabbed her purse and her keys and set off to the cabin. She’d be there a good half an hour early, but it was imperative to her grand scheme that they find her sitting there in the cabin and not her finding them there instead.
The designer suit fitted her perfectly. The oversized jacket didn’t require her to wear a blouse underneath or a bra, so she didn’t. The first button closed just beneath her breastbone, offering a modest view of her cleavage. The pants were wide-legged but tailored to perfection, and only the silver heel of her stiletto could be seen where the hem of the pants ended.
She gathered her hair back into a sleek, tight ponytail, and the rest of her tresses hung down to the middle of her back. Her makeup was full on smoky glam, with a brilliant red lip.
She should have known she wouldn’t even need to use the stuff she bought from The Lush Blush Lounge. She certainly expected them to ask her what she was wearing—Sexting 101. Her ready-made answer was nothing; she just stepped out of the shower, and then she was going to take a picture of what she was going to slip into once she oiled her skin.
They were supposed to tell her to send a picture of herself. She would have told them; wouldn’t they like to see her in it in person?
But she decided to wear one of the sets of underwear she had bought. The white slip of silk and lace fabric felt like nothing against her skin, and she didn’t know how she felt about them. But she’d kept them on anyway, and suddenly, she became all too aware of how the strip of silk felt nestled against her folds.
She had made arrangements to use Jesse’s car instead of her own, so she didn’t give herself up before the game even started. She really had thought of everything.
She even envisioned where she would be standing. Initially, she thought about sitting with her legs crossed, positioning the chair in such a way that she’d be the first thing they saw when they entered the cabin. But then she decided standing was more of a power move, especially with her hands in her pants pockets. And her greeting. She even thought about that. Assholes came in as a close second, but she settled on gentlemen instead. But oh, she wasn’t going to be able to resist adding a middle finger when she greeted them.
This was going to be epic. Oh their faces when they saw her. They’d be expecting a booty call and instead would find her, their best friend’s little sister. Their ward. The same girl they had zero intention of flirting with even a little because, again, she was like their little sister, and they wouldn’t touch her with a hundred-foot pole if her life depended on it.
They were not going to forget this day as long as they lived. She had essentially clipped their hound dog wings, and now they were going to have to be forced to check, twice, thrice, to make sure she wasn’t the girl they were flirting with.
She pulled into the parking lot of The Comeback Lodge, and before long, she swung the door open of cabin 69.
And just died.
