Free Seamless by R. L. Griffin Page B

should couldn’t move and her chest opened and began oozing blood down her body. A scream stuck in her throat as she heard labored footsteps behind her. Painstakingly, she turned her head to see George walking toward her, holding his chest, blood pouring from a hole near his heart. She looked down at her chest and then at his. He took another step and then collapsed, face-first, directly in front of her feet.
    “George!” she cried. All of sudden she could move again. She screamed, squatted down and turned him over. His body was hard, like he’d already been embalmed. Stella screamed again as her blood mixed with his and pooled under his body.
    She jolted awake when someone touched her arm. Millie had turned a lamp on and was looking at her, her eyes full of fear. “You okay?” Millie whispered.
    Stella looked at the clock; it was four o’clock in the morning. Well, at least she’d made it through most of the night. She ran her hand through her now shoulder-length bob, her fingers catching in the sweat drenched hair. “I think you know the answer to that,” Stella quipped as she got up and walked to the bathroom.

    The next day, Stella and Millie had attempted to go to breakfast early before the interview started, but were blocked in their room by two burly men guarding the door.
    “Excuse us.” Stella tried to squeeze through the men’s shoulders.
    “Ms. Murphy, Ms. Rodriguez, we’re meant to stay with you while you’re in New York,” the bigger of the two said.
    “What?” Millie said from behind Stella.
    “I’m confused,” Stella replied, peering at Millie.
    “We’re your bodyguards this weekend,” the other man-beast barked.
    “Why are you our bodyguards?” Millie asked from behind the wall of man. She put her right arm between the men and maneuvered around them. She stood with her hands on her hips in the hallway, waiting for an explanation.
    “Will and Jesse thought it’d be a good idea.” One of the men shrugged.
    Stella’s eyebrows raised. “They did what now?”
    “El, I guess this is what we get for refusing to allow a boy to accompany us here.” Millie narrowed her eyes at the men. “You have to follow us everywhere?”
    They both nodded.
    “Fuck.” Stella sighed. “Come on, Mil, I’m in need of caffeine and food. Tweedledee, Tweedledum, you hungry?”
    Millie and Stella decided just to grab coffees and chocolate croissants at the coffee shop in the hotel. The two men hovered near their table.
    “Can you at least sit the fuck down with us?” Stella asked, annoyed. “You’re drawing more attention to us.” She motioned to the gawkers pointing cameras and cell phones at them.
    Millie and Stella’s phones started dinging with notifications as the men sat at the table but continued to case the area for potential threats.
    Millie laughed out loud and pointed to her phone. “These are awesome, El.”
    #fbibeautyondoubledate
    #walkofshamefbibeauty
    #nycfbibeautysnewmanishuge
    “Why the fuck do they still call me FBI Beauty? It’s annoying as shit; I don’t even work for the FBI anymore,” Stella complained after looking at Millie’s phone.
    Millie shrugged, then gave a borderline orgasmic groan as she took a bite of her chocolate croissant, making both of the bodyguards turn to look at her. “Do you think we can buy, like, ten of these to take home, El? They’re ah-mazing.”
    Stella looked around at all the tourists with their phones out, taking pictures. She wanted to flip them off but resisted. “Mil, can I give them all the fucking bird?”
    “Negative.” Millie’s voice was muffled because her mouth was full. “Fuck,” she said when chocolate dropped on her pale yellow sweater dress. “Damn, I’m going to have to change now. I can’t let Diane Sawyer think I’m a slob.”
    Stella pulled out her phone and hit George’s name on Voxer. “Breaker, breaker, Busted Balls. You should’ve told me about the goons.” She smiled at them. “No offense.”
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