Page 31 of Puck with Karma
“So sorry, miss,” a voice says from inside the bedroom, and I freeze.
After a few seconds of me standing completely naked in the doorway of the bathroom, all hell breaks loose.
“Don’t fucking look at her,” Xander’s voice booms over the commotion. At least I think it’s Xander, I’m not sure. There seems to be more than one person in the room.
“Whoa, dude,” another voice echoes over the others. “You scored with the intern? You da man!”
That’s followed by what sounds like someone being shoved into the wall. I’m pretty sure a picture frame falls to the ground and breaks, which is what finally snaps me out of my shock. I take a step back and slam the door closed behind me, then lean against it, ear pressed to the hard wood.
“Sir, we need to get into the bathroom,” a voice tries to say.
“Sorry, man,” another one says, but that’s followed by a grunt, like the person got punched right in the face.
I frantically look around me, wondering what I could use to cover myself with. I have a couple of options. One would be to grab the hand towel or washcloth Xander used for me in the tub. They are both soaked right now. The washcloth could cover me in between my legs. The hand towel would be long enough where if I held it in front of my breasts, it would come close to my crotch area. Both options would leave me with a bare ass.
My other option would be to try and put on my wet clothes. That’s actually my only option at this point.
“Just a minute,” I yell at whoever just knocked at the door.
I am shocked by how much water we managed to splash onto the floor. My cute ankle boots I put on this morning arecompletely ruined. I put them on the sink counter so I can take them with me on my way out. I will mourn their demise when I get to my apartment.
Deciding that I don’t need to bother with underwear or a bra, I shove each one inside one boot. Then, I grab the pantsuit I was so proud of when I put it on this morning. With a wince, I manage to drag the pants up my legs. They feel so heavy from the water, too late it dawns on me that I should have wrung them out.
The blouse is a complete mess, and I am having a hard time figuring out how to pull the wet material over my head. I decide to forgo the top and just put the jacket on. It hits me right at the waistband of my wet pants and has one lonely button. But it is enough so that I can at least cover my breasts.
“I’m coming,” I yell at whoever keeps on knocking urgently at the door.
I pick up my boots that have my undergarments stuck in them, then, with my head held high, I yank the door open.
Everyone on the other side quiets in an instant. I realize with a start that the person knocking at the door is Bart, the doorman. He is also the one who saw me naked when he walked into the bedroom.
“Bart,” I nod at him and walk out, refusing to meet his eyes.
He takes a second to recover but then turns around and walks into the bathroom that I just vacated.
“Oh, good lord,” he can be heard mumbling. “We need a plumber.”
Scared to look left or right, I march toward the only exit I am aware of. My head snaps to the side when there’s a hard slap sounding around the room.
“What did I tell you not to look at her?”
Xander has this other guy pushed against the wall, ready to beat him up. From the disheveled look of the other guy, all signspoint toward the beating having started already. He notices me looking and lets go of him, rushing to my side.
“I’m so sorry, babe.” He grabs me by the hips and pulls me into his chest. “I guess there’s a problem with the plumbing.”
“My ceiling is leaking, dude,” the other guy speaks. “Like, I got water running in my tub, but it’s not from the faucet attached to it.”
“Don’t yell at her,” Xander growls when I try to turn and look.
“I wasn’t yelling at her,” the guy says. “I was yelling at you. Besides,” humor is now lacing his voice. “After seeing her naked, I wouldneveryell at her.”
“You motherfucker!”
Xander attempts to push me away, presumably to go after this guy again. I grab him by the wet t-shirt he has on, sad that I never got to take it off him all the way.
“I need to go to my place,” I whisper to him. “I…”
Just then, someone new busts into the apartment.
