Page 16 of Off-Limits
“Are you sureyou’renot a witch or some shit? It’s too early to smile like that. And shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Shasta is managing for the next few days, so we can fuck around here and work on this… mess.” She grouses, looking around her old bedroom.
“Does that mean you’re going to paint this atrocity?”
“Hell fucking no. I love this room.”
“Arrie…”
“Shut the fuck up.” She jests, smirking at me.
“Fine. Gimme five to wake up, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Like hell. I know what you’re like. I’ll meet you in the kitchen in five with a coffee in hand.”
I groan and she laughs, sauntering out and slamming the door.
“Why did I let her talk me into this shit?” I say to the empty room before hauling ass and getting ready for the day.
After a much-needed coffee, Arrie and I make our way downstairs to the shop. Tools clamour; curses are thrown, while heavy metal music thumps in the back. I find myself bobbing my head toBury Tomorrowscreaming through the speakers.
We arrive at the front desk to find a young secretary with bleach blonde hair and enough makeup that a paint scraper would struggle to remove it.
“Selina.”
She glares at Arrie, her face a picture of hatred. I’m about to step forward when I feel my cousin’s arm stop me. “You’re fired.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are your ears painted on like your face?”
I fight to keep the chuckle down.
“How dare you!”
“You’re fired. Grab your shit and fuck off.”
She stands up, her tall willowy body and fake tits almost toppling out to shape up to Arrie, but even my 5’5 towers over her false bravado.
“You heard her. Grab your shit and fuck off.”
“And who the fuck are you?” she hisses.
I step forward, the anger percolating beneath surface. I stand inches away from her, my eyes finding hers as I utter low and dangerous,
“Your worst fucking nightmare.”
Her eyes bug comically wide before she looks around the office and into the workshop where the mechanics have smirks on their too-handsome faces, watching the spectacle.
She screeches, stomps her foot, and grabs her shit before rushing out of the office in her too high heels and pride scraping along the floor behind her. When the door closes, I let out a huffed laugh, and Arrie knocks her shoulder into mine.
“I forgot how badass you can be. Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for as long as I can remember.”
Turning my eyes from the men still looking in, I catch one of them winking at me before I face Arrie.
“What’s the go with you two?”
“She fucked my dad, and ever since, she’s been acting like she owns the place… and him.”
