to him. I turned him down and told him not to come back. He left pretty upset.”
Amber nodded. “Do you think he would pull something like this?”
Brandy sighed. She wasn’t real sure of anything. “I don’t know, Amber. Right now I can’t think straight. That note has me off kilter.”
“You should have told your security guy. This is something you should take seriously, Brandy,” Carla said in a worried tone.
“And I agree,” Amber chimed in.
Brandy nodded, knowing they were both right. “I was hoping it was just a joke and this would be the end of it.”
“And if it’s not?” Carla asked seriously.
“Then I’ll talk with the man over security at the hotel.”
Amber took a sip of her wine. “If I were you I’d watch my back. Reading that note gave me the creeps.”
“Yeah, it gave me the creeps as well,” Carla added.
Brandy nodded again. It had given her more than the creeps—it had downright scared the hell out of her. The thought that there was some man who wanted her in a demented way was very unsettling. “Let’s not talk about it any more tonight.”
“But you will alert security if anything like this happens again?”
Brandy forced a smile to her lips. “Yes, I’ll alert them. I promise.”
The town known as “The World’s Best Playground” was certainly living up to its name tonight, Sonya Morrison thought as she glanced around the rowdy, crowded establishment. Sylvester’s was a well-known bar and grill that served high-class drinks, and usually when a woman came in alone it meant only one thing . . . that tonight she was ripe for the picking. Two men had already approached Sonya but she wasn’t a fool, and a quick look at their left hands had shown the indentation of where wedding rings were supposed to be. One thing she didn’t do was married men—no matter how hard up she was.
She inwardly fumed. Tonight was not going as she had planned. When she couldn’t get Carla to agree to go out with her she had decided to do a solo act. Damn, her mother was driving her bonkers. Even after a year Peggy Morrison could not believe that her husband of thirty years had left her for a much younger woman, promptly destroying her self-esteem and confidence and leaving her bitter, argumentative, mean, and hateful. And the sad thing was that Sonya had her own problems to deal with and was in no mood to deal with her mother’s.
She was catching hell at work with her new boss, who seemed to find fault in everything she did; the last couple of men she’d dated had turned out to be total assholes; and she was discovering she no longer had a best friend, at least not one she could count on in times of trouble. Everything had changed since Carla had taken over her family’s business. All her concentration was focused on being a good mommy and a good boss. Somewhere in the mix she had forgotten all about being a good friend.
Things had gotten worse when Carla became friends with Brandy Bennett and Amber Stuart. She wasn’t any fun like she used to be and was always talking about true peace, surrendering to life’s flow, your development as a human being and all that kind of crap. And to make matters worse, according to Carla the three of them had sworn off men, who they felt were the root of their problems. Hell, as far as Sonya was concerned the only thing Carla, Brandy, and Amber needed was to get laid.
She smiled wickedly. A night of good sex with the right man could clear your mind of just about anything. Who would want to stimulate their mind with words when they could stimulate their body with sexual gratification of the most provoking kind?
Sonya glanced down at her glass, wanting another drink. She’d had one too many and doubted that if she ordered another she would get it. Bars were getting downright paranoid about serving too many drinks to people who were driving, and she could tell from the look the bartender was giving her that he felt she’d had enough. Hell, he’d
Amber nodded. “Do you think he would pull something like this?”
Brandy sighed. She wasn’t real sure of anything. “I don’t know, Amber. Right now I can’t think straight. That note has me off kilter.”
“You should have told your security guy. This is something you should take seriously, Brandy,” Carla said in a worried tone.
“And I agree,” Amber chimed in.
Brandy nodded, knowing they were both right. “I was hoping it was just a joke and this would be the end of it.”
“And if it’s not?” Carla asked seriously.
“Then I’ll talk with the man over security at the hotel.”
Amber took a sip of her wine. “If I were you I’d watch my back. Reading that note gave me the creeps.”
“Yeah, it gave me the creeps as well,” Carla added.
Brandy nodded again. It had given her more than the creeps—it had downright scared the hell out of her. The thought that there was some man who wanted her in a demented way was very unsettling. “Let’s not talk about it any more tonight.”
“But you will alert security if anything like this happens again?”
Brandy forced a smile to her lips. “Yes, I’ll alert them. I promise.”
The town known as “The World’s Best Playground” was certainly living up to its name tonight, Sonya Morrison thought as she glanced around the rowdy, crowded establishment. Sylvester’s was a well-known bar and grill that served high-class drinks, and usually when a woman came in alone it meant only one thing . . . that tonight she was ripe for the picking. Two men had already approached Sonya but she wasn’t a fool, and a quick look at their left hands had shown the indentation of where wedding rings were supposed to be. One thing she didn’t do was married men—no matter how hard up she was.
She inwardly fumed. Tonight was not going as she had planned. When she couldn’t get Carla to agree to go out with her she had decided to do a solo act. Damn, her mother was driving her bonkers. Even after a year Peggy Morrison could not believe that her husband of thirty years had left her for a much younger woman, promptly destroying her self-esteem and confidence and leaving her bitter, argumentative, mean, and hateful. And the sad thing was that Sonya had her own problems to deal with and was in no mood to deal with her mother’s.
She was catching hell at work with her new boss, who seemed to find fault in everything she did; the last couple of men she’d dated had turned out to be total assholes; and she was discovering she no longer had a best friend, at least not one she could count on in times of trouble. Everything had changed since Carla had taken over her family’s business. All her concentration was focused on being a good mommy and a good boss. Somewhere in the mix she had forgotten all about being a good friend.
Things had gotten worse when Carla became friends with Brandy Bennett and Amber Stuart. She wasn’t any fun like she used to be and was always talking about true peace, surrendering to life’s flow, your development as a human being and all that kind of crap. And to make matters worse, according to Carla the three of them had sworn off men, who they felt were the root of their problems. Hell, as far as Sonya was concerned the only thing Carla, Brandy, and Amber needed was to get laid.
She smiled wickedly. A night of good sex with the right man could clear your mind of just about anything. Who would want to stimulate their mind with words when they could stimulate their body with sexual gratification of the most provoking kind?
Sonya glanced down at her glass, wanting another drink. She’d had one too many and doubted that if she ordered another she would get it. Bars were getting downright paranoid about serving too many drinks to people who were driving, and she could tell from the look the bartender was giving her that he felt she’d had enough. Hell, he’d
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