I needed all the information I could get to formulate a plan. Dealing with Emily and her false claims was going to be tricky, but with Cameron’s help, I might just make it out of this mess in one piece.
As we reached my truck, I released his collar, and he smoothed it down, looking slightly offended.
“So, what’s the plan, boss?” the brat asked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and excitement.
I knew that look. It usually meant trouble.
“First, we find Josephine. I need to explain this whole mess to her before Emily gets to her with her lies. Then, we figure out what Emily’s game is and shut it down. I’m not letting her ruin my life again,” I said, my jaw clenched at the thought of facing my ex-fiancée and her deception.
Chapter Eleven
Josie
Standing in the ballroom of the ski lodge, I felt like a disco ball about to explode.
LeeAnn, bless her cotton socks, was droning on about floral arrangements while my nether regions were staging a full-blown rave. My va-jay-jay, it seemed, had developed a mind of its own and was determined to host a solo performance, complete with a throbbing soundtrack only I could hear.
The damn thing wouldn’t stop vibrating.
It was a personal, internal earthquake, and I was pretty sure if I orgasmed again, I’d become the first person to spontaneously create an indoor Slip N’ Slide.
My attempts at silencing the rogue vibrator were as successful as a snowball fight in July. Sitting? Buzzing. Standing? Buzzing. Legs apart, legs together—you get the picture. I even tried ignoring it, adopting a Zen-like calm that would have impressed a Tibetan monk, but that little buzz bomb just wouldn’t be quiet.
“Wanna explain what that was back in your office?” Bailey smirked, sliding up beside me like a mischievous pixie. “Because, doll, you’re sweating through your Manolo Blahniks. Looks like you wrestled a greased badger.”
Through gritted teeth, I whispered, “He... he stuck a vibrator up my hoohaa.”
Bailey’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry. Did you say he...?”
Another tremor hit.
Another wave of pleasure threatened to send me into orbit.
I grabbed Bailey’s hand, squeezing hard as the delightful agony washed over me.
“He stuck a remote-controlled vibrator up my hoohaa,” I repeated, slightly louder this time, once the delightful agony subsided. “He’s punishing me for sneaking out this morning.”
Bailey’s jaw dropped. Then she burst into laughter. “Oh, honey, that’s a new one. But we’ve got to do something about this before you flood the place.”
I nodded, desperately hoping the wedding coordinator hadn’t noticed the telltale damp patch spreading across my designer shoes.
This wasn’t exactly the ‘I do’ moment I’d envisioned.
“We need to turn it off,” I suggested, my voice still a little shaky from the recent seismic activity.
Bailey raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “And how the hell do you suggest we do that? Remote-control vibrators aren’t exactly equipped with an off switch you can reach from the inside, are they?”
I shook my head, my face flaming.
“Okay, then we’ll have to get creative.”
“Where the hell are you two going?” Laurel asked, strolling over like she owned the place.
“Gotta remove a vibrator before Josie appears on Pornhub,” Bailey deadpanned.
Laurel stared at us blankly, mouth slightly agape.
“Just follow us,” Bailey said, her smile wicked.
