Bad Boy Blues Read online Saffron A. Kent

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 128097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
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“So you’re what…” She takes a sip of her wine straight from the bottle. “The maid? Like, you clean and take out the trash kind of thing?”

I blush and tighten my fists.

Granted, I don’t like this job but there’s no shame in doing it. This wasn’t my plan but it’s okay. There’s an honor in honest work.

Like there’s no shame in having curves.

I hold my head high, defiantly. “Yes. That kind of thing. So what are you doing these days?”

She giggles and waves an arm down her front. “Partying.” Then, soberly, “I’m in college.”

I widen my eyes in mock excitement. “No way. You got into college.” I clap my hands. “So why aren’t you in college right now?”

Ashley kind of glares but her tipsiness is making it a little difficult. “Because Zach’s here. Oh! I guess Zach’s your boss now. So what d’you call him? Mr. Prince?”

There it is again. That stupid name that people want me to address him with.

“No. I call him asshole.”

This time her glare’s perfect, like it used to be.

“Since you’re here, why don’t you fetch me a glass for this?” She gestures to the bottle.

Right. The maid jokes.

“I’m off duty. Why don’t you help yourself for once?”

I try to leave but she stops me. She watches me a beat and I’m about to tell her to back off when I feel something. Something chilly and liquid splashing down my chest. It’s her wine.

She’s spilling her wine down my front with a malicious smile.

I’m frozen, completely paralytic.

I can’t believe she’s dousing me, my mom’s nightgown, in red wine.

When the bottle is empty, she cocks her head to the side. “I wish I could help myself but I’m kind of clumsy. And looks like I’m out of wine too.”

I can’t say anything. Not yet.

Not when I can feel the thick droplets of wine sluicing down my chest.

“I’d say sorry about that.” Ashley motions to the red stain that’s slowly seeping into the fabric. “But I think it gives you good color. I don’t think blue’s your thing at all.”

To prove her point, she looks at my hair. It’s loose and falling down my back like my mom’s used to when she was alive and she’d come into my room to tuck me in for the night.

“Yeah, blue’s not your color.”

I breathe deep but all it does is move my chest, making the droplets slide down faster. The nightie is stuck to my skin, heavy and clammy, and my heart’s gaining speed. It’s pounding like it’s insane.

She turns around and sets the wine bottle on the island. “Maybe try something else for a change. Like, I don’t know, going back to your normal hair color and eating less. And yeah, wearing something that’s not so very eighties.”

That’s it.

That’s the final straw.

A growl rises up in my throat and I take a step toward her. I see a flash of her eyes widening before a voice booms in the room.

“What the fuck is going on?”

His voice.

It’s rough and invades the air around us.

I whip my eyes over to where he’s standing at the threshold. As soon as our gazes clash, he moves toward me.

In the background, I can hear rustles and more movements. Footsteps. I guess we woke up the on-call staff. But I don’t care about that. And neither do I care about the fact that Ashley skips over to him and winds her talon-like hands around his bicep.

“What the hell’s happening?” he asks again with a deep frown.

I raise my chin. “Why don’t you ask your girlfriend?”

Ashley goes to say something but Zach throws her a look and her mouth closes. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Ashley pouts. “I swear your house is so fucking confusing. I got lost.”

“It helps if you’re sober,” Zach says, seriously. Angrily, even.

But she chuckles like a moron, or rather like a drunk moron.

Seriously, how cliché can you get?

“And then.” She turns to me, looking at the red stain on my nightie. “Then, I found her.”

Zach focuses on me, his eyes roving over my face. “Are you okay?”

It’s a simple question but I can’t seem to answer. I stand there, staring at him like I’ve forgotten all the words.

Maybe because his voice had turned intimate and low when he asked the question. Or it could be because this is the second time he’s asked me that. This surreal question. Like he cares what happens to me.

Before I can gather my wits, Ashley begins talking and she tells him how disrespectful I’ve been toward her, and that I should be fired for insubordination.

When she stops, Zach’s eyes move lower, and for the first time tonight, I realize that my mom’s nightie is light and made of cotton. And it has a plunging neckline and Zach can see all of that.

“What happened to your dress?” he asks.


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