Two gorgeous men, a bimbo and a perpetual virgin riding at break-neck speed on curvy, hilly back roads in a violescent Rolls Royce…sounds like the start of a bad joke, doesn’t it? Oddly enough, Violet found nothing humorous about the situation.
It seemed the ride back to the Bed and breakfast would never end. She was tempted to pop the door open and toss herself out—effectively taking her out of her misery. She surely would do it if that insufferable woman clinging to Victor didn’t shut the hell up!
Violet had been in such a good mood upon leaving the castle. The tour of the place with Anders had brightened things considerably; a welcome shift after being annoyed the entire night, but leave it to his lady-love to ruin even that.
“Well, it’s just too bad it’s not summer,” Chenille cooed to Victor. She had insisted on sitting with him again in the back seat, but much to Violet’s satisfaction, this didn’t seem to appeal to Victor any longer. He had tried several times while walking about the castle to disentangle himself from Chenille’s clutches and go back to Violet, but she—Chenille that is-- wouldn’t allow it. She clung to Victor like white on rice.