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He nods. “I had too much beer and your mother won’t leave the one downstairs.”
I raise a single brow. “Well, tell Mom to hurry up. I’m taking a bath!” With that, I shove him back through the door and slam it shut, making sure the lock is engaged. Doing that to him was totally uncool, but I didn’t want him to see any evidence of my lover’s presence. Luckily, the bathroom had only been lit with by the candle and the moon, so my dad hadn’t seen the dirt tracks from Mr. Collins’s exit via the window. I swipe at the marks with my hands then drop my towel on the floor and slip back into the tub. The water has cooled a bit, so I turn the faucet and get some heat going once again.
A second later, my father shuffles away from the door, probably satisfied I’m not hiding someone.
Now, I allow myself to take a breath.
God, that was close. I bite my lip so I won’t giggle. Oh my f**king God, that was so f**king close.
I ease myself deeper into the tub and take a deep, measured breath in an effort to soothe my frayed nerves.
I am one very naughty girl.
I think I deserve a spanking.
I’ll have to ask Mr. Collins about that next time I see him.
Heh.
But, with this close-call, I’ll lie here a bit.
And fifteen minutes later, just to make everyone realize I truly am taking a bath, I leave the bathroom and retreat to my bedroom for the night.
My cell phone vibrates as I snuggle beneath my blanket and I snag it from the bedside table, see I’ve received a text. It’s just a quick note from Mr. Collins. Not even a note… just a smiley face. I giggle and send him a wink back. I’m clean, sated and well-f**ked. Exhausted, I drift to sleep the moment my head hits the pillow.
Some hours later, I jolt awake to the sound of someone tapping on a door. Not mine, but… the one next to me. Damn it to hell. It’s Mr. Collins’s room. The knocks are subtle, accompanied by a slurred giggle and hushed whispers.
I climb out of bed and tiptoe to my door to listen.
Unfortunately, there’s not much to hear. I’m sure it’s Mrs. Somersby quietly rapping for my secret lover’s attention. A surge of jealousy bubbles within me and I don’t think, just move. I open the door that joins our two rooms and push it open.
The room is dark, but I can spot Mr. Collins lying in bed, head propped up by three pillows, his arms crossed over his chest. He isn’t asleep just yet and the moment he sees me, he places a finger over his lips, telling me without words to be quiet.
I want to ask him what the hell is going on, but that would give away our presence and I figure he doesn’t want to get cozy with Carolyn.
With a wink, I close the door and pad toward my bad, but jump when I hear a rap on my door, and Carolyn’s slurred words sounding from behind the wood.
Crappity crap.
Half-heartedly, I open it and peer between the small crack I’ve made. Carolyn is leaning against the door frame, looking like she’s about to topple over. She can barely support her own weight. One of her bikini straps slides off her should and reveals her left breast.
She’s so drunk, she doesn’t even notice she’s a candidate for “Girls Gone Wild”. Her face is a ruddy red, eyes supported by puffy bags and her damp blonde hair is piled atop her head.
“Oh! Harper!” She slurs. “I… I didn’t know this is your room.”
I hold my breath. Carolyn smells like a cheap, bootleg distillery. Hell, what had she gotten into? Last I saw her, she was just downing wine. Did she pack rocket fuel?
“Hi Mrs. Somersby, can I help you with something?”
“I-I was… I was…” She pauses for a moment and I figure she’s trying to remember what she was saying. “Oh! I was searching for Kri’s room. We… we haven’t chatted all evening! I thought he-” she hiccups “-might be interested in talking over a few cold ones.”
I frown. “I think maybe you’ve had enough tonight, don’t you?”
She waves her hand at me. “Oh, no, no. I’m good. I’m not drunk, just feeling nice and fuzzy.” She sighs, leans her head against the door frame.
“I bet.” And here is where the devil in me comes out to play. “You know, Mr. Collins’s room is just over there.” I tilt my head toward the adjoining door.
Carolyn’s mouth forms a perfect “O”. “Kri?” She stumbles past me and heads right on through to his room and he jumps from the bed so fast it creaks.
She begins babbling about having a few drinks together while he snags her arm and shuffles her toward his bedroom door.
Of course, the commotion the two of them cause drags my parents up from downstairs and Brandon out into the hallway and then the small space if filled with a cacophony of voices.
“Mom!” Brandon’s voice rises above the others for a minute and I steal a glance at my parents.
My mother has her hand pressed to her chest while my dad is averting his gaze as if he’ll burn in hell if he watches Carolyn a moment longer.
Brandon strides to his mother and tugs her away from Mr. Collins. “I’m sorry. My mom is drunk.”
And… Carolyn argues. “I’m not! I’m fine.”
Brandon does his best to contain his mother, but she suddenly gets it in her head that she’s a butterfly and she needs to fly, fly away. Which causes yet another bikini malfunction until she’s basically topless, breasts swinging in the breeze.
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