Submitting to the Boss (19 page)

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Bobbie Jones—she’d tossed out Roberta along
with her job, her tailored suits, and her frilly blouses—tapped her
brilliant crimson lip with the tip of a matching manicured nail. A
new woman with a new attitude. And no ugly, painful thoughts.

“I must have that cottage.”
No, no, we
can’t possibly do this
. Bobbie quashed another annoying little
Robert-whine. She was getting so much better at doing it, since
that day in the salon, a little less than a month ago, when she’d
decided every page of her life story needed revising.

Top selling real estate agent and
self-proclaimed Cottonmouth maven, Patsy Bell Sapp’s mouth opened
so wide, the wrinkles marring her tanned face vanished. Almost.
“You don’t want
that
.”

Bobbie smiled. “Yes. I do.”
No, we
don’t
. Buzz off, Roberta.

The house, little more than a cube tucked
into a postage-stamp lot, was the antithesis of the pristine
residence on the stately San Francisco street. Warren had chosen
the property over having children, a plan she’d, no,
Roberta
had gone along with because being a parent was too awesome a
responsibility.

“But the serial killer lives right across
the street.” Patsy hacked out a cough, her penciled-in eyebrows
disappearing into the fringe of her bouffant hairdo. With a
vigorous shake of her head, multiple shades of gray sparkled in the
sunlight.

“Excuse me?” Was the woman serious? Probably
not. If she was, why would she even bring Bobbie by the rental?

Still looking at her, Patsy pointed at the
shaded, two-story house across the street. “He’s a serial killer,”
she mouthed.

The title had a ring to it, even if it was
most likely a town joke. Serial killer. Didn’t that fit her mood to
a
T
?
Her
mood, not Roberta’s. She itched with a
mixture of danger, disbelief, and anticipation. Heavy on the
disbelief part. But still, he must be a real bad-boy type to fuel
such rumors. Back home in Head Hunters salon, she’d sworn to
herself she was going to have sex with someone. And sex with an
alleged serial killer sounded risky. Edgy. Exciting.

Just the kind of thing a Bobbie Jones, not a
Roberta Spivey, would do. It would tweak Warren’s nose right out of
joint.

And that’s what this whole excursion to
Cottonmouth was about. Right?

If you enjoyed this excerpt, here’s where you
can find
She’s Gotta Be
Mine
,
Cottonmouth
Book 1

Other
B
ooks by Jennifer Skully

Fool’s
Gold
, Cottonmouth Book 2

Baby, I’ll Find You

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About the Author

Jasmine Haynes
, Rita
Finalist for
Somebody’s Lover
, plus two-time Holt
Medallion and National Readers Choice Award winner, is the author
of over 20 classy, erotic romance tales. Look for more in the
West Coast
series coming soon. Of course, she’s
also the author of the award-winning
Max
Starr
psychic mystery series. And don’t miss her writing
as
Jennifer Skully
, KOD
Daphne award-winning author, bringing you poignant tales peopled
with hilarious characters that will make you laugh and make you
cry.