Angels on Zebras, (Forever Friends, Book 4 of 4) by Webb Peggy

Author:Webb, Peggy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic comedy, contemporary romance, classic romance, southern authors, smalltown romance, bad boy heroes, forever friends
Publisher: Peggy Webb

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Maxie often regretted words spoken in haste. This was no exception. Joseph Beauregard had been in full retreat. Pure insanity had made her call him back. All her other motives were impure, every last one of them.

And now he was sitting too close, and she was casting around in her mind for a hilarious story. It didn’t even have to be hilarious. A halfway funny one would do. Anything to get her off the hook. Anything to get her out of this chair, out of this room, and safe at home where she could climb into bed and lie with heart pounding and blood pumping, waiting for the phone to ring. Hoping it would and praying it wouldn’t.

Propping her elbows on the table, she leaned toward her brother-in-law.

“Did I ever tell you how Magic Maxie’s came into being?”

“Not that I recall.”

B. J. put a hand on her husband’s arm. “Darling, if you had heard this story, you’d recall it. Believe me. Tell it, Maxie.”

“It all started in Atlanta.” Tingling all over, she was vividly aware of Joseph’s intent regard. “I met Claude when I started work for Werner’s Designs. He was extraordinarily talented, witty, and perfectly miserable, married to a girl named Betty, trying to be something he was not.”

Joseph shifted, his leg pressed closer. Maxie felt faint.

“Werner’s was a terrible place to work. The boss was a jerk, the clients were snobs, and political correctness was just beginning to rear its ugly head in the workplace.”

Joe was making her so hot that Maxie had to take a long drink of iced tea to cool off. She lifted the cool glass toward the front of her blouse when she caught Joe’s eye.

Her hand stopped in midair, and ice cubes clinked against glass as she set it back on the table.

“Politically correct policies were adopted right and left. I broke every rule.”

“I would expect nothing less of you, Maxie,” Joseph said. “You like nothing better than breaking the rules.”

“How do you know?” She was still striving to preserve their image as casual acquaintances.

“B. J. tells me so.”

He reached under the table and ran his hand down the length of her leg. Smiling across the table at Crash and B. J., she nudged his hand away. He put it right back, this time underneath her skirt.

Crash and B. J. were watching her expectantly. Smiling at them, she nudged Joe’s hand. He didn’t budge. There was nothing to do except finish her story. Fast.

“At first Claude put notes in my box, cheering me on, then one day he joined in my insurrection. Big time.”

Joe made erotic little circles on her bare knee. She galloped toward the end of her story like a racehorse sprinting for the finish line at the Kentucky Derby.

“We’d just endured a tedious workshop on sexual harassment at the workplace. Our company was going to be so politically correct that we couldn’t comment on each other’s clothes, let alone bodies. The moderators held up Claude’s recent comment to Donna the bookkeeper as an example of what not to say in the workplace.

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