Page 91 of Play Fake
“It’s one of the girls’ rooms I want to take you to.”
“What? Is Mac back?”
He gives me a shrug. “You should go check her room.”
I hurry up the stairs. I can’t imagine I could have missed her, but it’s possible given how much I’ve had to drink. If she came in the back door, I might not have heard her.
I hear East behind me, and when I reach Mac’s door, I hesitate to open it.
“Nah man. Not that one, the next one down after the bathroom.”
“That’s not her room,” I shake my head.
I’ve never been in her room, but I know exactly which one it is. The handful of times I’ve been up here, either to help move furniture or to bother Mac, I’ve made a note of it. Getting a peek into her little inner sanctum, where I might find another new thing about her.
“I don’t know, man. Then maybe she’s in her friend’s room for some reason, but it’s the next one down,” he shrugs.
He’s as drunk as I am, so maybe he’s confused too, but I see the door to that room is slightly ajar, and I hear someone moving around inside, so I follow it.
“Mac?” I call out before I push the door open.
A giggle comes from behind the door, one that doesn’t sound like her, but I’m so desperate for it to be her, I convince myself it might be. That I’m just not hearing right, and it’s my fucking mistake.
Because the second I step into the room, the door flies shut behind me, and when I turn around, there’s a very fucking naked Holly standing between me and the exit.
“Where’s Mac?” I say, taking a step back.
“Who?” She shrugs, laughing like I’ve said something ridiculous.
“Mac. East said Mac was up here.”
“Huh. Don’t know who that is, but I’m here.”
She takes several steps toward me, and I take several steps back. The light catches her body, and I realize she’s covered herself in some sort of body glitter, and it's reflecting off every curve on her, creating little sparks and rainbows that dance in my drunken haze.
“The nerd girl I was talking about earlier. Is she up here?”
“Who cares?” Her hands are against my chest, and she pushes hard.
I stumble backward and lose my balance as something catches under my knees. I tumble back, thankfully hitting a soft surface. I rejoice in my good luck for all of two seconds before Holly climbs on top of me, straddling me.
Panic floods my entire body, choking my ability to speak. I need her off me. I need out of this room. Because if Mac does come home and finds me like this—upstairs in one of their rooms, any chance I have of ever being forgiven is going to evaporate into thin air.
“Off,” I manage to say in a rough tone.
“Oh, look who's bossy tonight,” she giggles, and her hands go to my belt.
I hear voices arguing in the hall. A man and a woman is all I can make out, but the woman is super pissed.
“I mean it Holly. Get. Off.”
“Waylon. Be serious. You have me completely naked, ready to fuck you any way you want. Who cares about some nerd chick? Whatever she did, I can do it better.” Her hands start to unbuckle the belt, and it’s enough to get me moving.
I grab her shoulders firmly and push her off me and sit up. My head is spinning from the last round of shots, and I can’t immediately stand yet without worrying about passing out. The last thing I want to be is passed out in this room with her. God knows if Mac finds us, Holly will be sure to paint her a picture of what was happening.
The door handle rattles and shakes, and someone knocks hard on the door.
“Waylon, please. Just give me a chance. I know I can make you happy,” Holly purrs into my ear, her hands running down my chest.
