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“Honey, I need you to keep your distance for me.”
“Okay.”
And then Birgitta raises her head like the snake she is and spits her venom in my face.
Yup, it just got worse. Now I really need a tissue or five. Spitting in someone’s face is grossly disgusting and not called for—especially in this case.
I can’t express how much getting spat in the face grosses me out. It is just an awful thing to do to another person. She got me on my cheek, and her spittle is slowly sliding down my face.
Yuk!
My inner monologue suggests I carry a tissue stuffed down my bra for moments like this. You just never know when you will get caught out with a crazy bitch.
So, what’s a girl to do but improvise. I bow my back and bend down while leaning my elbow across her throat. I apply enough pressure to stop her head from rearing up and wipe the spit/blood combo on her fancy top as best I can before she freaks and bucks like a bronco underneath me.
I hear heavy footsteps on the decking, and then they stop.
I can’t afford the luxury of looking over my shoulder as I try to tame the beast beneath me.
Alice is talking, but I can’t understand what she is saying and to whom. I am too distracted by the she-cat. “Lady, I am not going to get off you until—”
“Looks like I didn’t get here soon enough.” I have my back to the house, but that is Angus, and he doesn’t sound happy.
“Welp, what we were talking about earlier, escalated,” I say deadpan, keeping my eyes glued to Birgitta, who has fire in her eyes. Damn. Shereallywants to continue attacking me if I loosen my hold. Lady has anger management issues.
Thank goodness the cavalry has arrived because I would have to hurt a bitch if she decides she still wants to tango. For some reason, I think that was her plan all along—the best way to make the headlines. Even bad publicity can be good publicity. My business did not need any negative backlash because she wanted to throw a pity party and use me as her target.
“Do ye need any assistance, Ophelia?”
“Nah,I’ve got everything under control from where I’m sitting.” Angus might have a change of heart if he could see my face. “Birgitta and I are having a private chit-chat, and when we agree to her behaving like a grown-ass woman—which shouldn’t be much longer—then we can both get vertical.” May as well throw in some humor. “Can you make sure Alice stays clear? I don’t want her getting hurt.”
“I’ve got Alice,” he rumbles. “What the effing-hell are ye doing with Ophelia, Birgitta? Ye shouldn’t be over here bothering our neighbor.”
“See, even Angus agrees,” I state the obvious.
“Angus MacDougall, is that you?” Birgitta calls out.
Duh.“I think we have established that. You’re not too bright, are you?”
“You have no idea how clever I am,” she hisses like a wild cat under her breath at me, her beauty dissolving into ugliness. Now that she has a MacDougall here, she thinks he will be on her side.Oh, please.Go ahead and make my day.
“Angus, please get this crazy bitch off me. She has brutally assaulted me,” she says in a childish whiney voice, forming a ridiculous pout.
I roll my eyes.
Yup… beauty is only skin deep in this woman’s case.
“Seriously, how old are you?” It is a figure of speech, but that doesn’t guarantee maturity.
“Fuck. You,” she hisses.
Charming. “Not in this lifetime.”
“Angus, why aren’t you over here helping me?” she demands, her tone revealing her anger.
“Ye heard Ophelia. You have unfinished business to attend to with my neighbor. Plus, Alice is showing me something. Ophelia, are ye going to get done soon?”
“Sure am, although I could do this all day, but I have a lunch to get to, so maybe Birgitta can speed up the only choice she has.” My thighs are admittedly starting to feel the burn from the angle needed to keep her in place.
