Page 36 of Missiletoe
The wall of monitors started smoking and the sprinkler system kicked in.
“This room doesn’t seem to be the best place to do homework anymore, Adam,” I said as Baz began to drag me out the door.
“Hm, so it isn’t. I’ll go see if Vale’s lab is a more comfortable place to work.”
Even though I knew it was pointless to be angry at Vale for acting according to his nature, I was glad Adam was going to punish him too. Vale really shouldn’t have fucked with Apple and Paris. If he’d stopped at kicking Paris out, I would have let it go, but he shouldn’t have tried to fry him. Now I was going to have to punish Vale too once I thought of something properly devastating.
Adam was nice and waited until Baz and I were fully in the hallway before following us.
It’s always better to have a few feet of space between you and Adam if you like being bruise-free and not on fire.
“Gareth is gonna be so mad at you, Adam!” Baz, my little chaos gremlin, called to Adam as his way of saying goodnight.
“Don’t care,” Adam called back.
Baz stopped at the apex between his wing and mine where both of our private elevators were located and asked, “Your room or mine tonight?” The unsubtle hand on my ass left no room to misunderstand his meaning.
But for the first time in our lives, I wasn’t feeling it.
“Sorry, Baz. I think I’m going to pass tonight.” I stepped out of ass-groping range and was happy to see my jelly legs were wearing off.
It felt off somehow, and Baz’s touch never felt off. But at that moment, rather than getting that down low zing I was used to feeling from being handled by practically any adult male, I felt uneasy. Kind of like how you feel in your tummy when you’re walking down the stairs and step down expecting another stair but end up meeting the floor instead.
Don’t get me wrong, I was still horny as fuck because I was alive and breathing, but something in me was telling me fucking Baz wasn’t going to give me what I needed.
“Yeah, right,” Baz laughed, but when I didn’t laugh with him he did a double take. “Wait, seriously? Um, sweetie, are you okay?” He reached for my wrist to take my pulse, but I stepped out of reach.
“Don’t be a worrywart. I can go a night without wanting sex, you know.”
This was a total and complete lie and Baz knew it. But because he was Baz and he loved me, he didn’t push me on it. Instead, he gave me a funny look before nodding. “Okay, babe. Your body, your rules. I’m going to see if Gareth is out of the elevator yet.”
“Be careful, he’s still mad at you about the drone thing, and now he’s going to be even madder when he sees his office. He might tear you a new one.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Baz winked and sashayed his way back down the hallway we’d just come from.
I took my elevator to the floor to my room, leaning against the wall because holy shit, I’d had one hell of a day. When I stepped out, I stopped dead.
For a split second, I could have sworn I saw a dog. My hallway was pretty crazy and spooky at night, especially when I only had a few of my lamps lit, but I really did think I saw a big-ass dog lurking by one of my hall tables. When I blinked, it was gone.
I mean, hallucinations do occasionally come with narcolepsy, but they only happen to me when I’m about to have a fit or right after waking up from one, and they don’t usually involve dogs. Mine usually contain weird-ass dream shit, like a a park bench trying to take off its pants and make them into a sail, and I usually know they aren’t real.
I mean, if I was going to hallucinate that vividly, I would have wanted it to be something awesome like Paris asking me to suck his dick, or ride his dick, or anything involving his dick, really.
Told you I was horny.
Anyway, I switched on a few extra lights just to be sure, but once my hallway was fully illuminated, it was completely dog-free as usual.
I was pretty sure I’d love having a dog. Even a teeny tiny little dog would have been pretty great. But in order to sneak it past Apple, I’d need my own Apple to counteract his amazing fucking luck, and if that happened, Adam would just commandeer him and then he’d have two Apples, I’d have zero Apples, and I’d still be dogless.
And suddenly I wanted an apple. I hadn’t eaten in a few hours, and a Honeycrisp would have been amazing.
I was pondering over whether or not I wanted to go back down my elevator, through theGareth is probably out of the elevator and on the rampagezone, and into the kitchen to get an apple, when I realized I was in my room already.
It was weird because I didn’t remember needing to use my hand to get in, but I did get caught up in my own head a lot. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that I’d just forgotten and…
“Oh, hi, Paris,” I greeted the very big, very sexy, very improbable person taking up more than his fair share of my bedroom.
I was mostly inclined to think he was a hallucination since I had just been thinking about him, and there was no way he could possibly be in my room. No one got in there unless I wanted them to.
