Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Page B

point is meaningless,” Douglas blasted back.
    “Actually, I’m the one closing a multimillion-dollar deal with her this week so I might as well bring her on a celebratory dinner date.” Pierre smirked as he raised his eyebrows as if waiting for their argument.
    “Dr. Fromm, could you grab a pen and paper? We need to pick names in the order of dates from a hat,” Michael said, and they all chuckled.

Chapter 3
     
    Mikayla couldn’t believe how she felt. She was sitting in her office, the weekend was approaching quickly, and she spoke to Antoine, Michael, Pierre, and Douglas over a dozen times since Monday. Like it hadn’t been bad enough when she left their house Monday that she was so damn horny that she took out one of her vibrators for relief. She hadn’t found any relief, just further frustration, and had decided that she’d truly lost her mind. Every time she dreamt of one of the men, Justin’s face would pop into her head. He would say things like, “sucker,” “they’re going to use you,” and the worst was “you’re just not good enough for me, there’s way better-looking women out there.”
    Damn, her subconscious could be such a fucking party pooper. She had never suffered in the self-confidence category until Justin. He left her for Clare, the blonde model from New York that was his “soul mate.” That was until a few months later when he showed up on her doorstep pleading for forgiveness. She had been so in love with him and so desperate she fell for his lies. She let him stay with her, and while he was there, he hid his secretive phone calls from her and lied about finding a job and staying in Orchidea. Then one day she came home from work and he was gone. He didn’t even leave a note or anything. For days she prayed that he was safe and that he would return. Then she got her phone bill and saw a New York number listed on it. She called, and the answer machine went off. It was Clare. Perky, blonde, model Clare and Justin’s voice following suit.
    What was she? Chopped liver? Why would these four gloriously amazing, perfect men, who could have their choice of any woman, want her? Suddenly she felt sick, and it was a pitiful feeling. But then her phone rang.
    Mikayla answered it, unaware of the caller, and she hadn’t recognized the number.
    “Mikayla, you’ve been too busy to track down. Ya need to visit with ya sistas,” Marie Cherise Laveau stated firmly. Mikayla was shocked that she’d called her.
    “Oh my God, Cherise, how are you? I have been so busy with work. It’s crazy.”
    “Yeah, yeah, so ya say ya busy. I busy, too, child, and too old ta be chasin ya round da place. Ya listen, child. With success comes jealousy from others. Ya be aware at all times who ya taking up time with. Follow that gut, child. Ya sistas and I love ya. Be strong and succeed. Watch for da ones that appear to bring ya greater financial success. Dey may not be whom ya think.”
    Mikayla began to ask her what she meant when the phone clicked.
    What the hell was that all about?
    “Why do you look so grim? We’ve got calls coming in like crazy, and four people just answered the ad for the two new agents’ positions,” Betty stated, pulling Mikayla from her moaning, groaning, daydreaming, and her chitchat with the voodoo priestess. Cherise was always spouting jibber jabber that made no sense. She’d analyze it later. Right now she had to focus on work.
    “Oh my God, that’s great. I hope at least two of them work out so we can keep up with all the new clients. This is overwhelming,” Mikayla told her assistant, Betty.
    “Well, I can tell you that they all have experience, but some may stand out as a better fit for the crew here,” Betty added.
    Mikayla chuckled. “You’re probably right. We have a pretty awesome crew of workers here. Get started on clearing my schedule to set appointments for interviews on Monday, okay? In the meantime I’m going to leave after lunch for the two appointments I