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Erma said, holding her hand to her chest with a smug smile, “Our little dance video went bacterial.”
“That’s viral,” Pinkie corrected, and turned the full force of her attention to Birdie. “We stopped by to take our producer slash director to breakfast and to start planning the next TikTak. This is no time to rest on our laurels. We have to keep up the momentum or else we’ll lose traction and get tagged as one-hit wonders.”
“A flash in the pan,” Erma forewarned.
Willa Mae added with a serious tone, “We owe it to our fans.”
Birdie looked around for some nearby clothing. “Okaay—I need to pick up Mia. She spent the night at the Walkers—”
“I called Mia first thing and she agreed to meet with us. I already sent Angus to pick her up,” Pinkie announced. “We can’t very well do this without our official videographer and her personal chauffeur. They’re meeting us at the diner.” Pinkie regarded her with the commanding persona of a five-star general, “We’ll be waiting in the car.”
As soon as the door shut behind them, the bells jingling ominously, Birdie turned toward Lucas. “What were you thinking? Those women aren’t to be trifled with. You can’t have a lurid relationship with me and expect to be re-elected.” She jumped up and started rifling through the stack of clothes she kept in the steamer trunk next to the cash register.
He was still in the bed, puffs of exorbitantly priced linen barely covering his olive skin, grinning at her like she was his favorite snack.
Throwing a sweatshirt over her head and her arms through the armholes, she huffed, “Don’t just lie there looking like a piece of caramel candy on a bed of marshmallow puff. Get your clothes on, in the meantime, I’ll convince them this was nothing more than a one-time thing.” She tugged on a pair of skinny jeans, hopping on each leg. “That you had too much to drink last night and came at me with beer goggles, and I totally took advantage of you in your compromised state. They should totally believe that after I tell them about all the Fireball shots I forced on you, you were so inebriated, you… you momentarily forgot I was the town miscreant.” She stood by the bed nodding. “It could happen to anybody.”
Without warning, he whipped the stark white puffy linen from his body, exposing his nakedness in all its tanned perfection. Moving to the side of the bed, he stood in front of her and held her face in both hands and kissed her on the mouth.
“I’m not lying to anyone about how I feel about you anymore.”
“Okay, that’s good,” she said, her head bobbing in his hands. “Be honest. Brutally honest.”
“What I’m going to tell them is, I’m love-drunk crazy for Birdie Wellborn.”
She reverted back to shaking her head, tears pooling in her eyes. “Don’t say that. I’m not good for you. Not good for your career. If you say that, I’ll deny feeling the same way. I won’t allow you, to allow me, to ruin everything you worked so hard for.”
“It’s too late,” he said, turning to find the pants she had shucked off his body, with her teeth. Her head tilted to the side as she took in his amazing ass, so hard yet plump, dimples and all.
With teeth marks smack dab in the middle of each delicious globe. Last night she had called it payback for what he did when he nibbled on her breasts.
And then he spanked her silly and full of lust.
Birdie grabbed her purse and pushed him outside, Pinkie’s engine of her Mercedes purring impatiently.
After Birdie locked up, she turned, and instead of making her way to the car, Lucas took her by surprise by taking her hand and pulling her to him, kissing her slow and tenderly, as if she were someone important to him. As if she were special.
In broad daylight, for the entire town to see as they drove into work, she got the dregs of the Santos Special. A carryover from last night.
As if on cue, a car went by and honked at the spectacle.
“Have a nice day,” he said with a sexy, unapologetic grin and moseyed to his vintage truck like he spent the night making love to her and would be coming back for more.
* * *
The Pinkie Possehad long left the diner after delivering their list of demands for the next video and finishing breakfast.
Mia, Angus, and Birdie remained behind, talking through some ideas on how to get the crazy results they had gotten with the first video.
Which was more or less by accident. Complete happenstance. Never gonna happen again, kinda thing.
Because Birdie wasn’t sure the ladies understood that what made the clip go viral was a series of unexpected events that occurred in the process of creating it.
Erma having to stop and catch her breath, sitting on a nearby chair with her legs splayed, showing two layers of Spanx. Pinkie’s over-the-top gyrating and thrusting, which was flat-out hysterical. And lastly, all three of them stopping to ogle the roofer next door through the window, who they hadn’t noticed before and happened to be shirtless.
They each broke out their phones in perfect unison to take his photo, arguing over who got the money shot.
Just one of those rare moments when everything came together and the end result was fifteen seconds of slapstick fame.
