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“I get it. I just don’t want the firm to have to say goodbye to you too early. You know my dad. He’s fired fully qualified, longstanding staffforless.”
She crosses her arms over her perky breasts. “Jesus fuck, you’re aclassact.”
“That filthy mouth of yours does not take away the fact that I’d be sad to seeyougo.”
Her eyes narrow. “Since when doyoucare?”
I try to look offended by the suggestion. Still, I can’t help but acknowledge that my father and his EA treat her much worse. “You’ve got a college degree to finish. I won’t be the one to add ‘killing Mary Anne’s early attempts at improving her job prospects’ to the mile-long list of things you already feel are my fault.” For some reason, I don’t like how soft and weak my voice sounds while I tell her that. I clear my throat and add, “I need that phone,MaryAnne.”
She shoots me a look as though my name has just been placed at the top of her hit list. “Give me a break! You must feel so good about hanging the threat of early termination overmyhead.”
“I didn’t say I was going to have youfired.”
“Whatever, Mr. Eldridge. I’ll get right on your phone issue as soon as I’m back at my desk. I’m off the clock now. Beyond that, you and I have no other business.” She sweeps her eyes down my body, then she glances up at me again. “Enjoy the party, CaptainCocky.”
I rest a hand on her shoulder, and there’s a shift in her facial expression from the physical contact. Lust, maybe? I grin. “Save me a dance for later? Captain Cocky sure likes seeing you all fired up,pussycat.”
Mary Anne bites down on her bottom lip for a split second, but then she slaps my hand off her shoulder and turns on her high heels. I’m feeling satisfied as fuck at the way she storms off. I stare at her as she walks across the massive entryway to meet her friend, who’s standing at the foot of a grand spiral staircase. I shouldn’t just call them stairs. They’re a massive, magnificent, ornate architectural work of wrought iron, a geometrical masterpiece that on its own would dwarf entire suburban homes. That’s how my father woulddescribeit.
Dad’s pretentious voice has no business being stuck in my head right now, so I shut it off and hold my gaze on Mary Anne. She reunites with her friend at the stairs, who is now standing beside Holly, the only daughter of my football team’s head coach. The three of them put their pretty little heads together for a chat, and the way they confer has me thinking they're not quite here to party. Not yet, anyway. Their stances and facial expressions mirror a serious corporate takeover negotiation, or a special session of the United Nations Assembly, both of which I’ve witnessed from a safe distance due to my parents’ respective linesofwork.
My suspicion is confirmed when Holly inches out what looks to be a can of spray paint from her purse, then returns it quickly. I figure some kind of prank is about to get underway, so when my buddy Carver steps over to tell me the guys are leaving, I tell him to go on aheadwithoutme.
Carver gives me a fist bump and gestures over at Mary Anne and her friends. “You planning on a foursome or something?”heasks.
“Hell no. I wouldn’t take a chance with the coach’sdaughter.”
“Good. I hear she’s letting loose as it’s her senior year, but you’re right. For any of us on the football team, tapping that piece of ass is right up there with failing a mandatory NFL drug test three times in a row. It’s career suicide. You’d best be keeping yourdistance.”
I nod. “True. And you have nothing to worry about. She’s not the piece of ass I’m fixingtotap.”
“Hey, I never said I’m interested in Holly,” he says, and I pick up some defensiveness inhistone.
“Whatever you, your gigantic dick, and Holly do in your private time is no business of mine,” I drawl, chuckling as I slap him on the shoulder. “I’ll just make sure I’m there to say an extra-long prayer at your funeral, because if you fuck with Holly, he won’t just kill you. He’ll revive you and then kill you all over again, just to make sure you got the message the first time. See you back at the frathouse.”
Carver curses under his breath, and heads for the front door with Tre, Chad, Slade, Mo, and Clive. I look for Mary Anne again. I catch a brief glance of her as she and her friends disappear at the top of the stairs. My curiosity is piqued, among other things, so I ignore the chicks pawing at me as I walk through the crowd, and follow them to find out what they’reupto.
