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I’ve Been an Awful Good Girl
By
Cheryl Gorman
Copyright © 2012
Cheryl Gorman
Cover Art by Rae
Monet Designs http://www.raemonet.com
All rights reserved. This e-book is not transferable.
No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form including but
not limited to printing, faxing, e-mailing, photocopying or by any manner of
information retrieval through electronic means or through the postal service without the express permission of the publisher. This
e-book is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any
resemblance to any person or persons living or dead, places, incidents,
locations or businesses is purely coincidental.
Chapter One
“Oh,
what a lovely Christmas basket,” Mrs. March said, her light blue eyes sparkling
with holiday cheer. “You’re an awful good girl, Emma.”
Damn
it. Another good girl comment. Emma Baker wanted to
scream at the top of her lungs until the sound shook the small plastic holiday
wreath from Mrs. March’s front door. Instead, she smiled at the older,
widowed woman who had only her social security and her husband’s pension from
the police department to live on. Emma had been delivering Christmas baskets
with a healthy dose of ho-ho-ho and jingle bells to needy families and the elderly, every year for the Charity of
Hope, since she was in grade school. She was an attorney now in a small but
busy Denver law firm in which she handled mostly pro-bono cases, but she
couldn’t give up this holiday tradition. “You’re welcome, Mrs. March. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you too.”
Shivering
in the bitter wind, Emma briskly walked down the frosty sidewalk, her suede
boots crunching in the snow, to her mid-sized car parked at the curb. She slid
into the warm interior and sighed with relief to be out of the cold, but the
irritation at being called a good girl still nettled. “Mrs. March called me a
good girl. She’s the fifth person today.” She yanked off her red mittens with
holly leaves knitted into the design and stuffed them into the pocket of her
coat. “I’m sick of people saying what an awful good girl I am,” she said to her
best friend, Tiffany Walters who had offered to drive her to make her
deliveries.
Tiffany
laughed and pulled out onto the street. “Then let out your sexy side. I know
it’s hiding behind that wholesome exterior somewhere.”
A
spurt of excitement darted through Emma’s stomach and she straightened in her
seat. “You’re right. Geeze Louise. It’s past time I
stripped away my good girl image and shook my booty.”
Tiffany
slapped a hand against the steering wheel. “Thank God. I’ve been waiting for
years to hear you say that.”
Emma
laughed. “And this from a former Miss Colorado who runs a charm school?”
Tiffany
gave her head a cocky shake. “Just because I run a charm school doesn’t mean I
don’t have a sexy side. I like sex just as much as the next girl.”
Emma
adjusted her Santa hat and checked her Merry Christmas pin to make sure it was
still flashing red and green. “Don’t let your darling students’ mothers hear
you say that.”
Tiffany
giggled. “Don’t worry. They think I’m the reincarnation of Mother Theresa. So
where and when are you going to let loose your inner temptress and vagenda ?”
Emma
laughed. “I have just the venue.” She rummaged through her purse, withdrew a
red and gold invitation and waved it through the air. “The
Cranford’s annual masquerade Christmas party. Everybody will be in
disguise which is perfect. I can be a total slut girl and no one will ever know
it’s me.” She turned in her seat and faced her friend. “But I’ll need your help
with the costume and my makeup.” She lifted a lock of her wavy, out-of-control
hair. “Not to mention my hair.”
Tiffany
wiggled her fingers against the steering wheel and cackled. “I can’t wait to
get
By
Cheryl Gorman
Copyright © 2012
Cheryl Gorman
Cover Art by Rae
Monet Designs http://www.raemonet.com
All rights reserved. This e-book is not transferable.
No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form including but
not limited to printing, faxing, e-mailing, photocopying or by any manner of
information retrieval through electronic means or through the postal service without the express permission of the publisher. This
e-book is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any
resemblance to any person or persons living or dead, places, incidents,
locations or businesses is purely coincidental.
Chapter One
“Oh,
what a lovely Christmas basket,” Mrs. March said, her light blue eyes sparkling
with holiday cheer. “You’re an awful good girl, Emma.”
Damn
it. Another good girl comment. Emma Baker wanted to
scream at the top of her lungs until the sound shook the small plastic holiday
wreath from Mrs. March’s front door. Instead, she smiled at the older,
widowed woman who had only her social security and her husband’s pension from
the police department to live on. Emma had been delivering Christmas baskets
with a healthy dose of ho-ho-ho and jingle bells to needy families and the elderly, every year for the Charity of
Hope, since she was in grade school. She was an attorney now in a small but
busy Denver law firm in which she handled mostly pro-bono cases, but she
couldn’t give up this holiday tradition. “You’re welcome, Mrs. March. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you too.”
Shivering
in the bitter wind, Emma briskly walked down the frosty sidewalk, her suede
boots crunching in the snow, to her mid-sized car parked at the curb. She slid
into the warm interior and sighed with relief to be out of the cold, but the
irritation at being called a good girl still nettled. “Mrs. March called me a
good girl. She’s the fifth person today.” She yanked off her red mittens with
holly leaves knitted into the design and stuffed them into the pocket of her
coat. “I’m sick of people saying what an awful good girl I am,” she said to her
best friend, Tiffany Walters who had offered to drive her to make her
deliveries.
Tiffany
laughed and pulled out onto the street. “Then let out your sexy side. I know
it’s hiding behind that wholesome exterior somewhere.”
A
spurt of excitement darted through Emma’s stomach and she straightened in her
seat. “You’re right. Geeze Louise. It’s past time I
stripped away my good girl image and shook my booty.”
Tiffany
slapped a hand against the steering wheel. “Thank God. I’ve been waiting for
years to hear you say that.”
Emma
laughed. “And this from a former Miss Colorado who runs a charm school?”
Tiffany
gave her head a cocky shake. “Just because I run a charm school doesn’t mean I
don’t have a sexy side. I like sex just as much as the next girl.”
Emma
adjusted her Santa hat and checked her Merry Christmas pin to make sure it was
still flashing red and green. “Don’t let your darling students’ mothers hear
you say that.”
Tiffany
giggled. “Don’t worry. They think I’m the reincarnation of Mother Theresa. So
where and when are you going to let loose your inner temptress and vagenda ?”
Emma
laughed. “I have just the venue.” She rummaged through her purse, withdrew a
red and gold invitation and waved it through the air. “The
Cranford’s annual masquerade Christmas party. Everybody will be in
disguise which is perfect. I can be a total slut girl and no one will ever know
it’s me.” She turned in her seat and faced her friend. “But I’ll need your help
with the costume and my makeup.” She lifted a lock of her wavy, out-of-control
hair. “Not to mention my hair.”
Tiffany
wiggled her fingers against the steering wheel and cackled. “I can’t wait to
get
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