Page 50 of Fish out of Water
But there was no water or gravel on the floor, so at least I was a little better off than Mr. Frazier.
And my bag wasn’t the only one gone through. Grant’s was all but destroyed, torn and turned inside out.
I pointed to a collection of items spread across the laminate. “Are those your work condoms next to the three bags of gummy bears?”
Grant pointed to where my purse laid. “Are you really gonna act like I can’t see those?”
My own condom stash barely peeked out from under the cover of the striped fabric. “Mine weren’t in my work bag.”
I shouldn’t care that Grant had an entire strip of condoms in his bag.
It just made it sting a little more that he decided not to use one of them on me.
“I don’t carry a purse, Julia. Where in the hell am I supposed to put them?”
There was no good answer to his question, so I just walked through the apartment, heading past the kitchen and the bathroom. Luckily both rooms were relatively intact. Drawers were out but not dumped. Cabinets were open but nothing was out of them. My fridge was upright.
Maybe I was in the clear and the damage was minimal.
I stopped at the door to my bedroom and stared. “No.” I took a few steps in, cringing more with each one.
They wouldn’t do that.
Right?
“Jules?” Grant was behind me in a second. “What’s wrong?”
I pointed to the open drawer of my dresser.
The empty open drawer of my dresser.
“They took all my panties.” What kind of creepers stole panties?
I started to turn to face Grant, but the hamper in the corner caught my eye. I pressed a hand to my mouth as I stared in horror at the dirty clothes strewn across the floor.
I was willing to bet a few items were missing.
“Ew.” I shook my head, trying to clear the image of the men from the mailroom sniffing my dirty panties. “Ew.”
“Get your shit.” Grant pointed to my closet. “Pack up anything you need. You’re not staying here.”
“Where in the hell am I going to go?” No way was I shelling out for a hotel when none of this was my fault.
Grant turned toward the hall. “You’re coming to my place.”
I stared after him.
Was he serious?
Grant poked his head back in the doorway. “Do it fast.”
He was serious.
I pushed my hair off my face. I was suddenly very hot.
Very uncertain of what might happen if I spent the night at Grant’s house.
Especially considering he acted like I was a terrible idea last night.
