Fran Lee
Copyright 2014
Excerpt
Celia
Roberts stared around her at the group of women and wondered vaguely how they
managed to keep straight faces as they joined hands and chanted. They couldn’t
be serious about this, could they? There were elderly women standing in the
circle beside younger ones, and some who looked like teeny-boppers…every
imaginable kind of woman was here, it seemed, and they were all focused on
bringing down Armageddon on CeeCee’s hapless, selfish ex. She shivered as she
wondered whether something like this could possibly work.
Probably not.
Why the
heck she had ever let Cerise talk her into coming here was beyond her. She
wasn’t one to believe in spells and magic, and she certainly wasn’t one to wish
anything cruel on anyone, even Cerise’s ex-boyfriend. Sure he was a cheating,
selfish swine, but why could Cerise not just dump his sorry ass and forget
about him? There were plenty of nicer
guys out there who would appreciate Cerise and love her.
Revenge
was a petty and unworthy impulse. Celia couldn’t imagine letting frustration or
anger take over to the point where she was bent on getting even with anybody.
Of course there was somebody she
wouldn’t mind putting firmly in his place, but that was another story.
As the
chant droned on around her, she saw his face and wished she could make him
regret the things he did to others just because he was rich and because he
could.
The
incense and the chant made her blink as she pictured his handsome face and that
wicked, crooked smile she had grown to detest.
Why didn’t
she simply look for another job? It would be easier than dealing with a
misogynistic, self-centered jerk like Kurt Masters every day. But then she
didn’t really deal with him much. She supposed her anger was mainly because of
what the man stood for rather than any personal affront to her. Yes. That had
to be it. Because Celia Roberts didn’t hold grudges. Not at all. It wasn’t in
her to hold a grudge.
Except
maybe for that time he’d practically knocked her on her ass getting on the
elevator because she hadn’t been moving quickly enough. And let’s not forget
the time she had asked if they could install a suggestion box in the employee’s
lounge. He’d simply stared at her as if she were some small, nasty bug, and
walked away.
He was one
of those men with the misguided attitude that his ass was made of twenty-four
karat gold and everyone needed to kiss it. Oh, she would love to see him get his comeuppance. But she certainly wouldn’t be
the one to give it to him. He was too smart. Too rich. Too damn…everything! He got any woman he wanted without even having to be nice, for Heaven’s sake. The stupid
women just flocked to him and enjoyed his abuse. Why did the biggest jerks have
to be the most gorgeous ones? Thank God she would never fall for a man like
that. The jerk didn’t deserve the attention he got.
The
incense was threatening to suffocate her. It was so hot in the room. The chant
droned on and she nearly drowsed off, barely catching herself and shaking her
head. CeeCee nudged her with an elbow to make her stand up straight, and she
frowned at her friend.
“I wish we
could just get this over with and go home. I’m about to fall asleep here. It
would take a bolt of lightning to wake me up!”
At that
moment the woman leading the chant lifted her head and raised her hands to the
ceiling. Her voice lifted in a singsong chant.
“Such is
the will of the spirits…so mote it be…”
CeeCee
gasped and clutched at her arm. “Oh, I hope like hell this works! I can’t wait
to see how he acts on Monday…”
Hugs,
Fran Lee
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