Chapter 5 – Georgia Unleashed Georgia came out of the bathroom and the whole bar hit her at once — the canary-yellow glances, girlfriends elbowing their boyfriends, hot guys pretending not to stare, drunken idiots already too far gone, and the pool table packed three deep with bodies. She caught sight of Bulldog by the door, all shoulders and tattoos and bouncer scowl, and smirked. “Lindsay,” she called. He barked a laugh, shaking his head like she was the only person on earth who could get away with it. “Didn’t even see you come in. You’re early tonight.” Georgia hooked a thumb toward the crowd. “Well, you know me. I’m a magical bitch.” His grin deepened. “Yeah, and I swear those skirts get smaller and smaller every time I see you, Peach. You're barely legal in that thing.” “Please,” Georgia scoffed with a toss of her platinum waves, her hand sliding down the curve of her hip. “Look at these legs, Lindsay. They’re gorgeous. I’m not gonna waste them hiding under a bunch of fabric.” “Hey, how’d things go with moneybags the other day?” “You mean Dominic?” “Yeah, him.” “We banged for three days straight. Management kicked us out of the suite for making too much noise. What can I say? The sex was good.” Bulldog barked a laugh. “Damn. And now what?” “Probably nothing. He’s married.” She shrugged. “I like motorheads anyway.” For a heartbeat, the Witch’s voice brushed Georgia’s mind like a whisper under the bar noise: “You’ve always been mine, Peach.” She shook her See more