Bitten By The Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Vampire Romance by Jasmine White Page B

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    “Aw, did Sam do all of this?” Reina cooed. “What a doll! You have to keep him around, maybe even promote him?”
    “If everything goes well and if I manage to keep the place going, then yeah, I will need some more help and Sam is a great candidate.” Kyra set her parcels on the floor and exchanged a meaningful look with Bree, urging her to tell Reina her news. Bree shook her head so Kyra launched into it. “Actually, I may be hiring somebody else to work with me too.”
    “Really?” Reina asked, half-interested.
    “Yeah.” Kyra continued despite Bree furiously waving her off. “Bree.”
    Reina’s head whipped up, looked from Kyra to Bree and back to Kyra. “You’re gonna hire Bree?”
    “Yep. She’s going back to school to finish her degree,” Kyra finished proudly.
    Reina flew across the room and threw her arms around Bree, “I’m so proud of you! I mean, that sounds condescending, I don’t mean it that way. I think it’s great!”
    Bree flashed Kyra a glare over Reina’s shoulder but softened a little when Reina pulled away.
    “Yeah, it’s no big deal. I just realized how much I missed being around art since I’ve been working here this week.”
    “I think it’s brilliant,” Reina nodded excitedly. “If there is anything I can do to help, I’m in!”
    Bree seemed surprised at the response but she seemed to relax into the moment. “Thanks, Rey. But, we really do need to get ready so if we are over this touchy feely portion of our day, that would be great.”
    Kyra popped open the champagne in hopes of switching gears. “I think we should drink this before it gets warm.” She filled each of the champagne flutes and passed them to her friends. “To friends.”
    “To friends.” Bree and Reina clinked glasses and repeated her toast.
    Reina chugged her champagne and held her glass out for a refill. “Okay, let’s get started on that hair of yours, Kyra.”
    Bree broke into the sandwiches, “I’m gonna eat yours, K. Rey brought you another thermos of blood so you should be good, right?”
    “Yeah, Kyra, drink up. Liv says you’ll have a tougher time with your thirst if you are stressed out.” Reina assembled her hair and makeup products on one of the side tables. Kyra didn’t know what half of the stuff did. Would she even look like herself when Reina was done?
    “I’ve been stressed all week and I’ve done alright.” Kyra looked to Bree for confirmation but found none.
    “You’ve been downing three to four thermoses a day.” Bree bit into the sandwich.
    “What?” Kyra hadn’t remembered drinking that much blood.
    “Don’t worry about it. We don’t want you to be ripping out Bill’s throat,” Bree noted. “Though he absolutely deserves it.”
    “Hell yeah he does,” Reina chimed in. “Kyra, sit. Hair. Now.”
    Kyra sighed but settled into the chair in front of Reina. “Just keep it tasteful, will you?”
    “Of course, dah-ling,” Reina purred.
    ***
    “Alright, all set.” Reina wiped at Kyra’s chin. “You look incredible. Doesn’t she look incredible, Bree?”
    “Yep. Amazing. Stunning.” Bree was on the other side of the room adjusting her gown.
    “You didn’t even look,” Reina chided.
    Bree glanced their way, grinned, gave quick thumbs up and went back to fighting with her dress, a gorgeous royal blue floor length gown that made her look even taller than usual. She’d been struggling with tying it behind her neck for the past fifteen minutes.
    “I will help you with that if you give me a second,” Reina frowned. “It’s not something you are supposed to do yourself, silly.”
    Bree groaned. “I just want to be ready. The caterers will be here any minute and Kyra still isn’t dressed.”
    “Fine.” Reina stepped back and set down her makeup brush. “She’s done. Come here and I’ll fix your dress so you can handle the caterers.” She met Bree halfway across the room and adjusted the neckline of their friend’s dress.
    “Just get