Tip Her, She's a Stripper

Kindred Spirit in Revenge part 2

Josie Saltzman was quick in a pinch. When you grow up in the foster system, dodging terrible, and sometimes abusive parental figures, being fast to get out of dodge is a survival skill you learn.

And never did that skill come in handy than when a fancy upholstery chair started spinning around. Josie wasn't sure if it was Klaus, the jerk father Hope had told her so much about, but it was clear the two of them weren't alone in the pristine office like the heiress had assured her.

So, she made a beeline jumping into the nearest hiding place she saw before the chair had a chance to make its full 360 turns and see two very horny women planning to have wild, passionate, revenge sex on Niklaus Mikaelson's desk.

"Luv!" Josie heard a thick British accent say, "What a wonderful, unexpected surprise!"

Josie scoffed and leaned back, trying to be as quiet as possible. That was one way to put it, she supposed.

On the other side of the door to the brunette's hiding spot, Hope gritted her teeth, asking whatever deity existed in the universe for strength before forcing a pleasant expression on her face. She had no idea what had just happened or that Josie could move so fast, but she was grateful all the same.

"Aunt Rebekah," Hope starts, putting her suit jacket back on, not only for something to do but to hide the fact that she was aroused, "What are you doing here, in my father's office?"

Standing up, Rebekah made her way toward her niece, and Hope held her breath.Her aunt was highly perceptive, and Hope feared whatever hiding spot Josie fled to wasn't safe from Rebekah Mikaelson's bloodhound ways.

Hope gulped audibly, she knew she had a deer in-the-headlights look on her face. But what would you expect given the situation?

Rebekah had an unreadable expression, but nothing in her body language hinted that she was suspicious or sleuthing.

"My husband has become a rather neglectful tosser since he took over for you in your sabbatical, Luv," Rebekah gave a slightly smarmy smile, "I figured it was due time to remind that handsome fool he had a gorgeous wife and popped by to have lunch with him."

Hope made an 'eww' expression. It wasn't that she disliked the idea of her adopted brother married to her aunt; she's had years to come to terms with it. Instead, it was the idea of them being all mushy with each other that still evoked childish reactions from her.

"But that still doesn't explain why you came to my father's office, not mine, where Marcel is currently working from!" Hope comments sexually frustrated and pissed off her aunt was ruining her fun.

There was a look of peculiarity in cerulean eyes now as Rebekah considered her niece's words.

"Well, since you want to act like Sherlock Holmes with brain damage, my dear moody lass," Rebekah crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "I could ask you the bloody same question."

Hope realized her mistake too late, and now her aunt had turned the tables on her. Panicking, she said the first thing that came to mind. "You first!"

Rebekah grinned as if she'd expected that response. But, then again, Hope thought she probably had. Rebekah knew her too well sometimes.

In a calm tone, Rebekah stated, "Well, as I said, I came to the firm ready to impress my Marcellus and whisk him away for some much-needed time when Nik," she drawled wrathfully on her brother's name, "that wanker inferred about a last-minute business meeting with one of the firm's partners and took my husband with him!"

Hope suddenly forgot her predicament with Josie, and her wounded heart tightened at Rebekah's words. "Wait, what? There was a last-minute meeting?"

The blond Aristocrat shot her hands up incredulously, "Right?! Does no one take a bloody break around here? So, anyway, that bloody tyrant, told me to wait in here until the meeting was over. I mean, the nerve of that man! Marcel is my husband. He should attend to his wife, not a room full of business sharks!"