Jo waved a hand, whipping away Arissa’s words as if she hadn’t even spoken them. “Pfft, let us in. We need details asap.”
“I’m going to kill all of you,” Arissa threatened but stepped aside and held the door. “You better have brought food and coffee.”
Hya barreled past Arissa, holding a white box in her hand. “Hush, I brought you fucking donuts.” She started down the hall toward the kitchen shouting, “Sex with that man needs more than donuts, but I got those anyway.”
Arissa muttered under her breath. “I could still be having sex with that man.”
Maureen followed behind the group voicing, “I got the coffee.”
“I brought extra,” Millie added, holding up her own carafe.
Arissa gave thought to being a proper southern lady and tending to her guests before herself for all of two seconds before she thought fuck that. She walked into the kitchen, flipped open the box, grabbed a chocolate glazed donut and shoved half of it into her mouth. Talking around it she said, “Pour me a coffee, would ya?”
She felt all eyes on her. She knew what they were waiting for, but she was going to let them wait. “This donut is good.”
Maureen stopped mid-pour and leveled her eyes on Arissa. “Oh God, it didn’t go well did it?”
“I thought she would have been doing some acrobatic shit down the stairs,” Hya muttered with a glazed donut resting near her lips.
Arissa dropped down on a chair, kicked her feet up on her table. Took a moment to eye all of them then asked, “So why are you here?”
Jo slid a chair out, plopping down in it. “Sugar, you better spill.” She settled her impatient eyes on Arissa.
A wicked grin touched Arissa’s mouth. She reached for the coffee Maureen set down in front of her. Took a nice long sip. Dropped her feet on the floor, leaped up from her chair and said, “Oh, so you want to know what happened after a certain sheriff whisked me away last night.”
“Where’s my cane?” Hya’s voice was irritated, her head whipping around looking for the cane she’d dropped somewhere in the kitchen.
Arissa couldn’t help the shudder. Hya and her cane. “Fine. We came back here. Had sex right on this very table.” Arissa slapped her hand on the wood causing a loud thud.
All eyes moved to the table.
Jo lifted a napkin and waved it in front of her. “Oh dear Lord.”
“Details,” Hya demanded as she moved to the table, sat down and started rubbing her hand on the wood.
“You never learned about the birds and the bees?” Arissa asked, holding back her laugh.
Hya leaned into Arissa and dropped her voice. “You are the only one of us who has seen that man naked. Has had his cock inside you, so when I say details. I want fucking details.”
Millie’s cup was halfway to her mouth, eyes gazing at the table with affection. “Yeah, what Hya said.”
Maureen reached the table, gave it a once over and asked, “You want to sell your table?”
“I get dibs first. I’m the oldest,” Hya spat at Maureen. “Also—”
Arissa cut them off. “Not for sale. I’m having it bronzed.” Arissa crossed the room for a mug and filled it with coffee.
The women had their eyes glued to Arissa, hanging on every word she spoke, so didn’t hear when Hank entered the kitchen.
“Morning, ladies,” Hank greeted them as he made his way to Arissa at the same time she held the mug of coffee out to him. He took it and muttered, “Thanks, Baby.” Then he turned, put his back to the counter and rested against it and took a gulp of the hot brown liquid.
Arissa gestured with her head to the women, fighting the grin because the kitchen was oddly quiet considering the Belles were in it. They were all looking at Hank. He was a sight in only his faded jeans. She was sure they were undressing him the rest of the way with their eyes…the table in their fantasies too, she had no doubt. “They woke us up to hear details.”
“He doesn’t have a shirt on,” Hya uttered in whispered shock. “Does he?”
Millie hummed, “Mmm.”
“No,” Jo started with disbelief. “No, he doesn’t.”
“Dear Lord, my eyes are seeing this, thank you, Jesus,” Hya mumbled.
Maureen shifted in her seat, set the mug that had been shaking in her hand on the table and stuttered, “Mor… Morning Sheriff.”
Hank nodded to Maureen and teased, “Details on what?”
Maureen’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. Not because she was embarrassed, but because she was on lust overload.
Hank winked at Arissa then focused on Jo when he asked, “That key you have to my place, can you give that to Arissa?”
All eyes shot from him to Jo.
“You’ve had a key to his place this whole time?” Hya expressed loudly and quite angrily.
Jo shot her a look. “He’s my boss, Hya, did your old brain forget that?”
“Ladies?” Millie tried.
“A key, a fucking key.” Hya tossed her hand in the air. “This is ground for unfriendship, just saying.” She blew out on a heavy breath before tossing a bite of donut in her mouth but spoke around it and added, “All the times I stumbled trying to peer into his windows…” She shook her head. “Unbelievable.”
“I’m still on the key,” Maureen said, her eyes narrowing on Hank. “And him giving it to Arissa.” Maureen turned a blinding smile on her. “Who is now officially my new best friend.” Maureen reached for her coffee. “So we’re back to details on last night. I feel that will help fill in the holes.”
“He was filling holes last night for sure,” Hya cackled then glared. “But details are needed.”
As the ladies brought their attention back on what they thought was breaking news, Jo silently nodded to Hank in answer. He obliged by doing the same.
Hank’s eyes drifted
