Eastern Shore Swingers Books 1-3 (Boxed Set) by Phoebe Alexander

Author:Phoebe Alexander
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountains Wanted Publishing

So let me get this straight. You’re staying with a guy? Hold on, I’m calling you.

That’s what the text from Allison said when Paisley failed to adequately elaborate on her current situation. Her phone immediately buzzed with her friend’s duck-lipped selfie all lit up. Paisley considered not answering her call, but if she failed to answer, there was the very real threat of Allison getting in her car and driving down to see what was going on. She was impulsive like that, whereas Paisley was only impulsive when it came to sex.

“Hello, darling,” Allison cooed into the phone. “Now, I thought we’d talked about you getting a pet, not shacking up with your web dude!”

“I know, but I just couldn’t settle on a kitty cat,” Paisley joked.

“So what’s really going on?”

There was no way she was going to tell Allison what was really going on; she needed to improvise. “Nothing. They’re fumigating my apartment because my neighbor had fleas, and they had started to invade my place.” Where do I come up with this shit? she asked herself, duly impressed with her improv skills.

“It’s funny, ‘cause I meant to call you anyway. I heard something weird through the grapevine at work I wanted to tell you about.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“I don’t know how long ago it was, but a while back apparently, someone was in here asking about you.”

“What?!” The hairs on the back of Paisley’s neck instantly stood on end.

“Yeah, it was some woman who said she was an old friend. Boss-man just told her you’d taken a job down in Ocean City, Maryland, and that was the end of that.”

It was everything Paisley could do to keep the gasp trying to break free securely locked inside her mouth. “Oh, that’s weird,” she managed, nearly choking on the words.

“Yeah, I thought so too. Anyway, what’s the deal with this guy? Is he hot?”

Paisley tried to shrug off the creepy feeling infiltrating every nerve in her body from Allison’s news. As if he knew he was being talked about, Calvin plopped himself down on the couch right next to her, wearing only basketball shorts. That was his usual attire at home, she had quickly learned.

“Well?” Allison demanded.

“Yeah, but he’s a security guard at the club, so I can look but not touch.”

“That didn’t stop you before!” her friend insisted.

“Why do you think I had to hire a new guard?” Paisley retorted.

“Oh, she wants to know why we’re not fucking?” Calvin asked, gesturing for the phone to indicate he wanted to have a turn at speaking with Allison.

Paisley vehemently shook her head no and clung tight to her phone. When he persisted, she yelled, “No, no! No, you’re not talking to her!” God knows what kind of trouble that would cause.

“Oh, he wants to talk to me?” Allison’s high-pitched voice squealed.

“Hey, Paisley’s friend!” he bellowed into the phone from inches away. Then he succeeded in prying the device out of Paisley’s hand.

She sat with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, scowling.

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