White Witchmas (Paris, Texas Romance Book 4) by Cassidy Dakota

Author:Cassidy, Dakota [Cassidy, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Dakota Cassidy
Published: 2016-01-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“Ohhh, Lolita-mamasita, it’s time to get up, mi corazon,” Jorge singsonged in a breathy whisper against her ear.

Cozy rolled over and burrowed deeper under the comforter. “Just ten more minutes, Jorge, pleeeaase…” she mumbled into the pillow, her mouth dry and her eyes so groggy.

“Are you a sleepy-weepy-head, mi pequeña sex kitten?” he asked in an uncharacteristically odd baby voice, nudging her with his cold nose.

Some of the fuzz in her brain cleared. “Your what?”

“Which part of the sentence didn’t you understand, sex kitten?”

“Why are you talking like that?”

“Like what?” he feigned innocence.

“Like I don’t understand the English language and you need to use small, cute phrases to get your point across.”

“I think it’s me who doesn’t understand the English language.”

She stretched her arms upward, noting she didn’t have her long-sleeved pajama top on. Huh.

“How about we don’t do riddles this morning, Riddler? Batman’s got a big fat tea hangover. Wow, that stuff packed a punch. So just explain what you don’t understand.”

“Wasn’t it you who said you hated Finn’s ugly, stinky guts? Because that’s what I heard.”

Her heart tightened, but the words that came out of her mouth were still the same words she’d chanted since he’d left.

“Yep. That was me.”

“If his guts are so stinky, mi amiga, why were you in there twisting them all up into a knot last night like you were trying out for the Russian gymnastics team?”

Her pulse quickened as a quick flash of Finn naked came into focus in her mind’s eye, the backdrop a pink-and-purple room.

No. She had not.

Indignant, she stiffened. “I twisted nothing.”

Jorge planted his paws on her chest and tilted his head to the side. “Oh, you twisted. And then you twisted again. In fact, you twisted so much, Chubby Checker rang and said to tell you he calls ‘uncle’. So tell me again how much you hate him so I’m clear about the fact that we’re not on Team Finn.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come now, Cozy. We’ve been together a long time, and while my bladder’s not exactly what it once was, my hearing is as good as the day I was born.”

“When were you born, anyway?”

“Not yesterday.”

She frowned as she glimpsed yet another vision of Finn’s body glued to hers, his face, with all its chiseled lines and planes, lying beneath her.

“You don’t have to tell me the details, because believe you me, I heard the details. I’m just wondering why this sudden change of heart.”

She pulled the sheet up around her chin, yanking it out from beneath Jorge’s bulky body and hiding her face.

Oh God.

She’d had sex with Finn last night.

Jorge pawed at the sheet until her face was exposed again. “Hola in there. Answer the question. It will help me determine how to advise you.”

Cozy groaned. “I don’t need advice, Jorge.”

She needed to have her head examined and a chastity belt.

“Cozette Meadows, stop ducking the issue. Please. You’ve done enough of that since this all began with Finn.

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