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Wicked Witch of the West Village

ISBN 9781419914768

Edited by Briana St. James.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication June 2008

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W ICKED W ITCH OF THE W EST V ILLAGE

Anna J. Evans

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Wicked Witch of the West Village

Chapter One

Give me an out and out raving bitch any day. At least then you know what you’re

up against. With those quietly bitchy women, you’re always just the slightest bit

unsure, kept from the righteous indignation that is the god-given right of any victim of

a full frontal attack.

Of course, that’s what they want, the passive-aggressive ones. They want to have

their bitchiness and get away with it. They want you to wonder if the slight was all in

your head, to feel a little crazy as well as small and outraged.

“Give me a break, Janette. Your proposal was crap and we both know it,” I said

with a pleasant smile, plucking my name tag from the desk and turning to waltz away

toward the line for coffee.

I heard her sputtering behind me and turned to see her soft, fishy mouth opening

and closing and her eyes bulging out of her head, but she didn’t say a word. She knew

she had it coming.

Damn silent bitch.

“Wow, you told her,” Kathy said, hiding her amusement behind her own coffee cup

and head full of massively curly red hair.

“Yeah, I guess.” I sighed, not feeling near the thrill such ballsy effrontery usually

inspired. I was low, so low not even giving Janette her just desserts could cheer me up.

“Poor thing,” Kathy said, her utter lack of empathy abundantly apparent.

“Shut up, jerk.” I gulped at my scalding hot coffee and somehow managed not to

wince as it burned a path down my throat. I never liked to admit I’d made a mistake,

whether it was hot coffee or throwing away possibly the most eligible bachelor in the

city.

“You could always call him, I’m sure he’d still at least listen to the answering

machine message. Maybe if you do some excellent groveling, he’ll consent to come over

and have break-up sex.”

“You mean make-up sex.” I clomped off toward the conference room. I hated clogs.

Why had I bought them? They made me walk like a two-legged mascot for Anheuser

Busch.

“Nope, sorry hon. I don’t think Richard’s retrievable. But he might give you one last

roll in the hay with him and the wonder dick.”

“How do you know about the wonder dick?”

“Everybody knows about the wonder dick.” She grinned. “The dick is legendary.

And the dick is wondrous.”

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