Page 23 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Used to work,” I say on a groan. “Ugh, why did I have to tell him I wanted to sit on his face?”
“Because if you didn’t, we wouldn’t be in this situation?” Stacey shakes her head. “Face it, we have the worst luck. We’re never going to find another place like this house. It’s close to the park and walking distance from the restaurants we love. It’s quiet and peaceful and just…feels like home.” She pauses and then turns toward me. “Think we should ask Jude for some money?”
I shake my head vehemently. “No, we swore we wouldn’t ask him for anything. He married into money and we’re not about to take advantage of that. It’s bad enough he got me a job with Hudson. When he left, we swore that we would make him proud. Not to mention asking for money negates the idea of us being adults and moving through life on our own without help.”
“And what a great job we’re doing at that. I write dog facts for a living, and you’re apparently now a world-renowned fruit snack muncher.” She shakes her head. “And here I thought I was the muncher in the family.”
“This is serious, Stacey,” I groan. “We need forty thousand dollars.”
“Right, should I just start looking for spare change in the streets? Create an OnlyFans account? I heard I have nice feet.”
“Think you can get forty thousand dollars off feet pics?” I say with hope and then take in her unmanicured toes and shiver. “Not with those talons.”
“They’re not freaking talons. They’re just unkempt at the moment.”
“Your pinky toe doesn’t have a nail.”
“Never grew one. I think it was a defect when I came out of the womb.”
“Well, no one’s going to spend big cash on your freaky, nail-less pinky toe.”
“Never know, could be a demand for a nail-less toe. It’s very niche.”
“No one wants that, Stacey. No one.”
“At least I’m coming up with ideas. You’re the one getting fired. If you weren’t soyoungand immature, maybe you could have said something along the lines of…I’ll be your bridesmaid for a forty-thousand-dollar bonus.”
“Gah,” I scoff. “That would have been such a good idea.”
“Yeah, I know, but you can’t do it now because you got fired, you idiot!”
“Think he would take the deal anyway?”
Stacey shakes her head. “He wouldn’t have fired you if he needed you that much. No way he’d take the deal.”
“Well, maybe I can offer him something else. Something he can’t refuse.”
“If you say your vagina on his face, I’m going to murder you.”
“No, what if it’s something he really needs? Maybe he’d be willing.”
“And what exactly does a billionaire really need that he can’t get himself?”
She’s right. Hudson could pretty much have anything. What could he possibly need?
What could he possibly want?
What could he…
And then it hits me.
Strikes me so hard in the brain that I actually feel a headache coming on.
“Stacey,” I whisper, a slow smile spreading across my face. “I’ve got it.”
“You’ve got what?” she asks, doubt searing off her lips.
“I’ve got an idea that’s about to make us forty thousand dollars.”
