“Girl,” Mellie rolls her eyes at me. “He asked you to sleep in his bed even when he isn’t there? That’s not a fling. That’s a relationship.”
Screw cherry red. My cheeks are actually on fire right now. They’re so wicked hot with embarrassment. I’dknowif I was in a relationship. Connor and I are having a fling. He’s my boss. He’s in the mafia. It’s a fling.
Thankfully I’m saved from their scrutiny when the door opens. Lauren walks in, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright, and she’s straightening her skirt. Paddy slaps her ass as she walks in, snagging the door handle and pulling it closed.
As he disappears from view, I can’t help but notice his hair is very messy. It doesn’t take much to put two and two together.
“Paddy eats you out when you’re in trouble?” I giggle, and Lauren blushes, giggling too. “That’s a wicked good deal.”
Where can I sign up for that deal? I am more than interested.
“Why do you think I’m always getting in trouble?” Lauren waggles her brows at me, completely dissolving into laughter and dropping into her chair.
The door opens again, and the blonde stripper we made it rain on during our girl's night strides in, kicking the door shut behind her.
Tiggy claps her hands as we sit on the chairs dotted around the room. “Excellent. Now we’re all here; we can eat these delicious baked goods and brainstorm ways to solve Andie’s problem that don’t involve the Irish Mafia.”
The blonde stripper snorts, turning her blue eyes on me. “Hey. I’m Fiona. You can call me Fi.”
“Hi.”
Turning to the room at large, she rolls her eyes. “She’s sleeping with ConnorFitzpatrick. The Irish Mafia is involved, whether she likes it or not. Do you honestly think aFitzpatrickwill let that kind of harassment of his woman slide?”
Okay. When she says it likethat…it sounds bad. But as I keep trying to tell them all, it isn’t like that. At all. Plus, she’s missing one tiny, wicked important point.
I glare at her. “Connor isn’t ever going to find out.”
Lauren chokes on her brownie, Mellie pounding her on the back to help her swallow.
“You’re going to keep it from him?” Lauren eventually gasps in enough air to croak. I twist to look at her, shrugging. Of course I am. I’m not some helpless damsel begging Connor to solve my issue because we’re sleeping together. I’m from Dot. I can handle myself.
“It’s my problem. I’ll deal with it. I’m not some helpless little woman to go running to the big bad mafia man to solve all my troubles.”
“Hear hear!” Fiona cheers at my words, beaming at me. At least I have one ally. Of course, it’s the one not married to a big bad mafia man.
The others look varying degrees of skeptical to downright disapproving. Tiggy looks disapproving as all get out.
“You need to tell Connor,” she says firmly. Mellie and Lauren cast surprised looks at her. Yeah, that sounded like an order more than anything else.
Tiggy is married to Seamus Fitzpatrick, and he’s second in command of the Irish Mafia here in Boston, so I think she might be trying to pull rank on me. Well, again. One tiny, important detail….
I wave my left hand in her direction. “There ain’t no ring on this finger, girl. No mafia wife gets to pull rank on me.”
Tiggy glares at me for a moment, her shoulders slumping. She and Lauren exchange a look I can’t fathom. Oh well, not my problem.
Right now, my problem is trying to talk Fiona down.
“I say we get a baseball bat.” Her eyes flash with excitement at the thought. “We go to his apartment. Kneecap him. Tell him to leave you the fuck alone. Hell, while we’re there, we’ll get the place back for you. Problem solved, no men involved. I love it!”
I bite back a smile. The girl is wicked hardcore. She’s from Roxbury, so it makes sense.
“Do you evenowna baseball bat?” Mellie drawls at her. Fiona shrugs, waving her hand airily.
“Ronan would lend me one. Especially if I flashed him my tits for a fair trade.”
From memory, Ronan is the mobster who won’t let her have extra sets, give lap dances, or work the main bar floor and stage. I wonder why he would be okay with giving her a baseball bat to go off and fuck shit up.
Then again, she’s probably be wearing all her clothes for that. Maybe the man is a prude? Except he’s not bannedallstrippers, just Fiona. Clearly, there is more to this story than I am privy to. I need to remember to ask Lauren about it sometime.