Page 87 of Provocation
She puts them in a clear plastic bag and draws an X on it with a permanent marker.
‘So, these are for your enemies?’
She nods.
‘But they won’t kill them?’
She chuckles. ‘No, they don’t die, but they won’t be happy.’
I lean forward. ‘And how are you going to get these specific pills into their hands?’
‘Sandra.’
‘Sandra?’ I echo.
‘Yes, she’s handing out Envy at the party. She’ll have an earbud in so she can hear me when I’m on the phone to her. I’ll be watching from the office. I’ll tell her who to give them to.’
‘Thought of everything, huh?’ I sit back. ‘Why are you telling me?’
‘I thought you’d like to watch with me.’
I’m still a little puzzled, but I give her a wide grin. ‘I’d be honored to watch you get revenge on your enemies, gorgeous.’
The launch of Envy is a success. Of course it is. There was never any doubt in our minds. The whole campus has been buzzing with excitement. On Friday night, there’s a line to get into Wrath that goes all the way down the block. I reluctantly admit that the KIP guys did a pretty good job of spreading the word.
I glance over at Daisy as she watches the steady stream of people entering the club from the safety and anonymity of the office upstairs. The windows are only one-way, so no one knows we’re standing up here waiting with cocktails in our hands for revenge to be served. I’m still not exactly sure what her plan is, but there’s anticipation on her face, a gleam in her eyes. She’s taking back some power that I think she lost a long time ago and I’m here for it.
‘There,’ she says, pointing down at the asshole with the top knot. I roll my eyes at the hemp bag he’s carrying, like he’s here for some kind of spiritual catharsis, and not to take some fucking drugs like everyone else.
‘Fucking poser,’ I mutter, taking a sip of my mojito, but enjoying the fact that his arm and hand look like the Michelin Man.
‘The one with the manbun and the horn-rimmed glasses,’ Daisy speaks into her phone. ‘Oh! And behind him, three people back. Those four girls in the line. The clones.’
Sandra gives an almost imperceptible nod, taking a green pill that isn’t from the pile and handing to the mark with a flirtatious smile that has him looking interested.
Daisy jumps up and down a little in excitement that her plan is coming together. I come up behind her, looking over her shoulder as I press myself against her back on the pretense of seeing who she means. I notice Sandra look up to find the four sorority girls and then cackle at Daisy’s description. They really do look like clones. I chuckle and kiss Daisy on her bare shoulder.
She’s a knockout tonight in a green halter top and a jean skirt with some sandals. Mav picked the outfit, I think, and I know she was a little dubious about wearing it.
‘Comfy?’ I murmur in her ear.
She glances back at me, not answering at first as if she didn’t anticipate the question and it’s taking her a second to process.
‘Not sure,’ she says, shimmying a little. ‘I don’t like going without a bra, but I think maybe it’s because I’m not used to it. I sort of feel like I’m naked.’
I find myself smiling in amusement at her answer. ‘Well, why don’t you get naked for real right now with me and compare?’
She raises a brow at me and rolls her eyes. ‘Not now.’
Ouch.
But she doesn’t see my wounded expression for dramatic effect. She’s already looking back down at Sandra. I sigh. Maybe later, downstairs in our bedroom. That new bed hasn’t seen any action yet. It needs to be christened properly. I gave her the implant yesterday, so there won’t be any surprises coming by stork anytime soon! I’m not opposed to that happening one day, though.
I edge closer to her, wrapping my arms around her middle and splaying my hands out over her stomach, pulling her back against me a little. She lets out a little sigh, resting against mefor a second and I immediately forgive her for not taking off her clothes for me.
‘So, how long until I see what you’ve done?’
She frowns. ‘Not long, but I’m not sure how much we’ll actually see from up here.’
