Page 8 of His Sassy Intern
Chapter5
MaryAnne
I’mglad to catch sight of Holly and Wendy coming down the stairs after temporarily parting ways with a shirtless Levi. It means I won’t have too much time to change my mind. What I started in the bathroom with Levi is far from over. It’s hardly begun. I don’t even want to stop and unpack any thoughts, desires, fears or emotions right now. My goal is to make sure Holly got her wrath out of her system, get my purse from Wendy, and let Levi take me away from here so we can make this night moreinteresting.
“Great timing, girls. I was just on my way up to grab my clutch. You still have it, right, Wendy?” I ask at the bottom of thestairs.
She nods and scoops it out of her bag. “Hereyougo.”
“How did you ladies do?”Iask.
“I talked her off a ledge,” Wendy announces proudly over theGhostbusterstheme song the DJ justputon.
“What? Whatledge?”
Holly moves to the music a little, but shakes her head. “What Wendy is trying to say is that thanks to her, I took the high road and did not go through with spray-painting Reese’s personaleffects.”
“Hang on. That’s not what I intended to say at all,” Wendy objects, glaring over at Holly. “Our devil in training can only be credited with not causing the house to go up in flamesrightnow.”
“What the hell? Christ, you brought the lighter fluid?” I screech, then I glance to the left and right to check whether anyoneheardme.
“Relax. I only doused the clothes with it. I didn’t light a match oranything.”
“And you left them on thefloor?”
“What else do want me to do? Mess up my costume by gathering it up and taking them to the laundry room? That’s the least Reese can do when she finds the pile. She should bethankingme.”
“Those clothes have to be hand-washed now,” I tell Holly, pressing my lips together to avoid losing my shit right now. I push past my friends, who follow me back up the stairs and into Reese’s room. “Can one of you check for where there’s a deepenoughsink?”
Holly grips my arm as I step in front of the pile of clothes. “We are not cleaning this up,” she insists. “Why go through all the trouble to do this and then fix itourselves?”
“Do I really need to answer that? You went too far.” I gesture over at Wendy. “Check that door on the side of the armchair. That’s probably her en-suite bathroom. Fill the tub with cool, soapy water. I’ll get these in there. I’m heading out after this, so it’s okay if stuff gets on my clothes. Just pray no one is throwing around firecrackers or ends up flicking a cigarette at me, because I’ll be in fucking flames on Halloween night!” Iscream.
Most of the tension in my tone has to do with the frustration going on between my legs, but they don’t need to know what Levi and I got up to while they were toying with a possible arsoncharge.
I scoop up the clothes by the armful and take them to the tub. A few trips and we’re done before the water fills up. I smell like I work at a gas station, but whatever. Maybe Levi won’tnotice.
“I’m out of here, ladies,” I announce when Wendy turns offthetap.
“Come on. Don’t go yet,” Holly begs from the bathroom door. “Let’s at least have a few drinks downstairs, and danceabit.”
“Did you not hear the part about my clothes reeking? I can’t keep wearingthese.”
Holly points to Reese’s closet. “How about a switcheroo courtesy of the man-stealing bitch ofthehour?”
“For a smart girl, you can really say some dumb shit sometimes, Holly,” I bark, already at the edge of my rope. “From vandalism to arson to larceny. What’s next? Kidnapping andmurder?”
She titters out a fake laugh. “You’re overreacting. I’d never gothatfar. Murder’s pretty extreme. Plus it’s not kidnapping if I lock her in a coffin for under three hours in her own house during a Halloween party. It’s just a prank. Trust me, I checked… Unless she dies…” Her voice trails off for a moment. Wendy and I don’t budge. “Come on. One drink and we’re out,” Holly adds, turning on her heel. I get the feeling Wendy is as concerned as I am about Holly’s mental health. “Why are we still here? Let’s getdownstairs.”
I huff out abreath.
Holly’s statement sheds new light on how she knew Levi was lying about Reese being on her way to her room earlier. I ask myself whether or not I want to know if Holly is serious about putting Reese on lockdown in acoffin.
No.
Hell no, I don’t, but it bothers the crap outofme.
My buzz is officially killed. I’m not even horny anymore. Not when I smell like noxious fumes and I'm worried about Holly's prank going too far. Grumpy now, I follow them downstairs. “We’re getting Reese out first, Holly,” Iinformher.
