Tailored for Trouble (Happy Pants #1) - Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Page 0,82
friends started busting up, snorting uncontrollably.
Taylor sighed. “I can’t believe you two. I gotta go.”
“What?” Sarah said defensively, trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard. “That man has been number one on my fantasy fuck list for five years. Five.”
Wow. “Uh. Okay. I really am hanging up now.” Hadn’t she just told Sarah that she was in love with Bennett? This conversation was so, so wrong. Bennett wasn’t some piece of man-meat. This must be why he doesn’t trust women.
“Notes, Taylor! You hear me! Tell your old furry southern girl to take notes, too! We want to know the location of every freckle—”
Taylor ended the call feeling like she’d had the sanctity of her sanity violated by two horny women parading as her sweet, sensible, intelligent best friends.
“Insensitive jerks,” she grumbled to herself.
She decided to call Jack and let him know she was still in Paris, and that he shouldn’t expect her.
When Jack picked up, she immediately knew he was cruising in his BMW with the top down.
“Taylor. Where is that fuck?”
“Excuse me?” Taylor said.
“I’m going to break his fucking nose,” he yelled.
“Who?”
“That womanizing bastard, Wade. He slept with you and then fired you, didn’t he?”
“No!” she said. “What makes you think that?”
“Just because I’m a man and surgeon doesn’t mean I don’t have an app to keep up with celebrity news, Tay. Or that I wouldn’t beat the crap out of some rich douche bag who uses my sister. Especially after he almost got you killed flying his piece of shit little plane. Marcus and Rob are in on it, too.”
Who is this person? Jack was talking like a street thug. They must’ve put something in the California water while she’d been gone.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” Taylor said.
“Maybe you should try being more discreet in public. Really, Taylor. You practically let the man have sex with you on a sidewalk.”
“Oh no. No no no no. You mean someone filmed us in Tokyo?”
“Were you having almost-sex in another city with another billionaire on video?” Jack roared.
Taylor felt herself turning as red as her dress. “Oh geez. We were just kissing—maybe a little passionately, but that was all that happened.”
“Then why did he fire you? He did fire you, yes? That’s why you’re stranded in Paris, isn’t it?” he accused.
“Yes. I mean—no. It’s a long story. But I haven’t slept with him.” She planned to, but that was irrelevant.
“Ah. So that is what happened! You refused him, so the scumbag dumped you in Paris without any way to get home. By the way, Dad wants to say hi…”
“Hi, honey,” she heard her father’s voice.
Her dad was in the car. Oh the shame…
Her father added, “Tell that bastard I know where he lives, and he better watch his back. The Reed men are coming for him.”
“Dad. Jack. Bennett did not use me for sex and dump me in Paris. Or dump me because I wouldn’t sleep with him. Okay? It was a misunderstanding, some of it my fault.”
“You don’t need to be ashamed, Taylor,” her dad said. “We won’t love you any less because you got caught up in one of those Fifty Spades fantasies you women are into.”
Has the whole world lost its mind? “It’s Fifty Shades, Dad. Shades. And I’m not into—oh, never mind. I’m calling to let you know I’ll be home in a few days. I’m heading to Bali.”
“Are you going with that prick?” Jack seethed. “Did he threaten you? Pull a Robert Redford on you and offer you a million dollars?”
“No. E I gotta go. You two have a great day.”
“Tell him he can’t run forever, Taylor!” she heard her father’s booming voice yell right before she disconnected the call.
Great. My best friends want to build a sex shrine to Bennett’s penis and the men in my family want to chop it off.
—
By the time Taylor landed in Bali, it was exactly one day and one hour later—eighteen-hour flight, through Singapore, and a six-hour time difference. Not that she’d ever gotten on Paris time or Tokyo time (she was basically just on Bennett time), but her internal clock felt like one of those crazy windup toy mice for cats that zoom around in dizzy little circles.
The first thing she did after deplaning was give herself a quick sponge bath in the bathroom, using some of the items from the complimentary business-class toiletries bag. She had felt a little guilty that Bennett purchased such an expensive flight for her until she realized