I slapped the phone against my forehead a couple times. What the hell had I been thinking? You okay?'
Blech. I wanted to vomit. Something in the man's voice changed, gotten softer, sexier, and I'd been all over it like white on rice.
Get your s**t together, woman. You don't fall at the feet of men. They fall at yours. I nodded. Darn straight they do.
I stomped into my kitchen, snarled at the falling snow. I was not in the mood for more of the white stuff today. I got my French press out, grabbed the beans. Walking through my morning ritual, I pushed everything else from my brain. Focused on the daily affirmations Momma's call had distracted me from.
Today is my b***h. I will make it call me Mistress Nik.
Today, I will do my best. Nothing less than my best will be accepted.
Tod
