Kung Pao Cuddles — Catherine Black

~Welcome to The Silk Lotus~ The food is hot, the drinks are cold, and your waitress is losing her shit. You may think I'm a little rough around the edges. You look at me and see an uneducated, ditzy, washed up waitress with a temper that can't be controlled and a mouth that would make a trucker blush. I'll admit I'm what some might call 'difficult'. But you know what I'm not? Bulletproof. I'm not indestructible. I wasn't dipped into a mystic river at birth or bitten by a bug, giving me superhuman powers. Nope. I'm just your average, run-of-the-mill twenty-something. I'm the girl who smiles as she sets your steaming plate of chow mein in front of you. The girl who blends into the background once you pick up your fork. I'm nobody. However, that wasn't always the case. A decade ago, he thought I hung the moon. He thought the placement of the constellations was a direct result of me dancing through the cosmos. I was his angel. And then, when I least expected it, he proved to us both that I am indeed NOT bulletproof. Now, he's back, strutting around town like he owns the place. I wouldn't say I'm out for revenge, exactly, but let's just say it's a good thing this man has been trained in the art of war, because it's about to go down...