Page 10 of His Sassy Intern
Clearly Holly messed with the right personthistime.
“Feel like a drink?” she asks me after locking her phonescreen.
“Hell yeah. Lead the way, Amazon princess. Just keep me away from heat, sparks and open flames, and we’ll begolden.”
After all this, I don’t want shots anymore. I want a whole bottle of bourbon. A bottle. Or two. Or more. That will help. And maybe when I see Levi again, my mood will be muchimproved.
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Iforgetall about any residual fuel on my clothes and my Reese rescue after I guzzle drink after drink. Damn, I’m good at holding my liquor. It’s a gift. Reese and I dance in the corner, on tables, on one another, and at some point we get picked up—literally—by some massive footballer who carries us around, one on each shoulder. His name escapes me on account of the alcohol, although I distinctly remember telling myself this blond giant is a standup guy, to lug us around without ever once coppingafeel.
I haven’t seen Levi this whole time, so I figure I’ll enjoy the atmosphere and the booze. If he shows up, cool. If not, I won’t have waited around missing out on all this fun. I eventually get separated from Reese, who is swept up in the crowd. I can’t blame her for wanting to drink. This is kind of her house, and she’s got to stick around until the party’s over. I want to drink to forget how far Holly almost took this stupid payback prank. Since when was the “trick” in “trick or treat” taken thisseriously?
I’ve consumed so much alcohol that both my stomach and my bladder are full. Taking a trip to the same powder room where Levi and I were making out is in order. Maybe it will get me in the mood again, and he’ll magically show up. I head over there with a little chip in my semi-inebriated step. Just outside the bathroom, there’s a guy slumped on the floor. He’s wearing just a gladiator costume bottom and a matching helmet with a red feather plume on top. His cape, chest armor, and braided sandals are in a pile beside him. I gingerly step over his legs and knock on the bathroom door in case someone is inside. A second later, I’m face-to-face with Levi. I hold my breath, taking in the image in front of me. At the moment, Levi Eldridge has an unconscious, half-naked woman thrown over his shoulder. Her ass and legs are hanging down his bare chest, and her head and arms dangle behind him. I can’t even begin to guess what her costume is. Or was. She’s barely gotanythingon.
His face freezes when he realizes it’s me. “Crap. Mary Anne, this issonot what it looks like,” he says, taking a step toward me. “If you’ll just give me one second to find this girl’s clothes and put her down somewhere, I canexplain.”
Famous last words before the woman scorned unleashesherfury.
I don’t know how much I’ve had to drink up to this point, but it’s not nearlyenough.
