she said.
Mason nodded and smiled, unable to take his eyes off her. “Yeah,
me too.”
Laurie stepped over Brook on her way to the door and, with a
final wave, left the apartment.
Mason stared after Laurie, grinning. He was pleasantly
surprised to see she had more fire than he’d imagined she would have. Ignoring
the sound of Brook crying and cursing from the floor, he wondered where the
little firecracker learned to throw a punch like that.
* * * * *
As soon as she pulled the door shut behind her, Laurie
hurried down the stairs. She was racked by guilt at the thought of what had almost
happened. She’d let a guy she barely knew halfway undress and put his hands on
her. She’d been disappointed when he’d stopped. If he hadn’t stopped himself,
she had no doubt she would be in the middle of having sex with him on his
living room floor at that very moment. She hadn’t had sex with Trey but for
some reason, she was ready and willing to jump his drug dealer.
Maybe her indecent behavior was the result of burnout? She’d
been studying nonstop since the beginning of the new term. She heard people did
crazy things when they burned out. She thought of how she’d punched Brook and
how good it felt, not only because she was being an annoying brat but also
because Laurie thought the woman might be Mason’s girlfriend. Her cheeks burned
bright red as she started her car with shaking hands and drove away from the
building.
* * * * *
By the time Laurie reached Trey’s frat house, she was
drenched in sweat. The drive across town had been pure torture. Every glimpse
of a police car had sent her pulse racing and her hands trembling. All she
wanted was to get rid of the damn backpack, pay her dorm fees and then go back
to her room for a shower and a long nap.
One of Trey’s frat brothers let her into the house and
informed her that Trey was waiting for her in the game room downstairs.
Anxious to be rid of the evidence of her stupid decision,
she hurried to the basement and found Trey playing pool by himself. He looked
up and smiled when she came into the room.
“There you are.”
He stepped away from the pool table to return his cue to the
bracket on the wall.
“Thank God you made it okay. I was worried.”
Laurie took off the backpack and placed it on the pool table
in front of her. Trey scanned the glittery pink bag from across the room and
chuckled.
“Go ahead and empty it onto the table. You can keep that
silly-ass bag.”
“It’s okay. I don’t want it,” Laurie assured him.
“Still…I would prefer you empty the bag.”
Laurie frowned at Trey and put her hands on her hips in a
huff. Trey shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the far end of
the pool table.
“Look, Mr. Fix-It agreed to deliver this stuff to you, not
me. That means he trusts you to do business with him, so if something is wrong,
or the order is short, it needs to come from you. I don’t want to touch any of
the product until I know this deal is on the up-and-up.”
Laurie rolled her eyes and shook her head. “This is so
stupid, Trey. I don’t want to be this far involved. I said I’d pick up this
shit for you and I did. Now I’m done—just take it.”
She held the bag toward him but he shook his head.
“I’m not taking it and I’m not handing over the money until
I know that’s what I ordered.”
Laurie let out an exasperated rumble and unzipped the bag.
She dumped the contents into the middle of the table.
“There you go…enough drugs for every member of your
fraternity to overdose at least three times. Is it all there? Are you satisfied
now?”
Trey looked at the pile on the table and then met her eyes.
He grinned and gave her a nod.
“Great, can I please have the money now?”
Still smiling, Trey placed a stack of cash on the table.
Laurie snatched it up quickly and began to count it, relieved that it was more
than enough to pay her fees.
“Thank you,” she offered softly.
Trey nodded and
Mason nodded and smiled, unable to take his eyes off her. “Yeah,
me too.”
Laurie stepped over Brook on her way to the door and, with a
final wave, left the apartment.
Mason stared after Laurie, grinning. He was pleasantly
surprised to see she had more fire than he’d imagined she would have. Ignoring
the sound of Brook crying and cursing from the floor, he wondered where the
little firecracker learned to throw a punch like that.
* * * * *
As soon as she pulled the door shut behind her, Laurie
hurried down the stairs. She was racked by guilt at the thought of what had almost
happened. She’d let a guy she barely knew halfway undress and put his hands on
her. She’d been disappointed when he’d stopped. If he hadn’t stopped himself,
she had no doubt she would be in the middle of having sex with him on his
living room floor at that very moment. She hadn’t had sex with Trey but for
some reason, she was ready and willing to jump his drug dealer.
Maybe her indecent behavior was the result of burnout? She’d
been studying nonstop since the beginning of the new term. She heard people did
crazy things when they burned out. She thought of how she’d punched Brook and
how good it felt, not only because she was being an annoying brat but also
because Laurie thought the woman might be Mason’s girlfriend. Her cheeks burned
bright red as she started her car with shaking hands and drove away from the
building.
* * * * *
By the time Laurie reached Trey’s frat house, she was
drenched in sweat. The drive across town had been pure torture. Every glimpse
of a police car had sent her pulse racing and her hands trembling. All she
wanted was to get rid of the damn backpack, pay her dorm fees and then go back
to her room for a shower and a long nap.
One of Trey’s frat brothers let her into the house and
informed her that Trey was waiting for her in the game room downstairs.
Anxious to be rid of the evidence of her stupid decision,
she hurried to the basement and found Trey playing pool by himself. He looked
up and smiled when she came into the room.
“There you are.”
He stepped away from the pool table to return his cue to the
bracket on the wall.
“Thank God you made it okay. I was worried.”
Laurie took off the backpack and placed it on the pool table
in front of her. Trey scanned the glittery pink bag from across the room and
chuckled.
“Go ahead and empty it onto the table. You can keep that
silly-ass bag.”
“It’s okay. I don’t want it,” Laurie assured him.
“Still…I would prefer you empty the bag.”
Laurie frowned at Trey and put her hands on her hips in a
huff. Trey shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the far end of
the pool table.
“Look, Mr. Fix-It agreed to deliver this stuff to you, not
me. That means he trusts you to do business with him, so if something is wrong,
or the order is short, it needs to come from you. I don’t want to touch any of
the product until I know this deal is on the up-and-up.”
Laurie rolled her eyes and shook her head. “This is so
stupid, Trey. I don’t want to be this far involved. I said I’d pick up this
shit for you and I did. Now I’m done—just take it.”
She held the bag toward him but he shook his head.
“I’m not taking it and I’m not handing over the money until
I know that’s what I ordered.”
Laurie let out an exasperated rumble and unzipped the bag.
She dumped the contents into the middle of the table.
“There you go…enough drugs for every member of your
fraternity to overdose at least three times. Is it all there? Are you satisfied
now?”
Trey looked at the pile on the table and then met her eyes.
He grinned and gave her a nod.
“Great, can I please have the money now?”
Still smiling, Trey placed a stack of cash on the table.
Laurie snatched it up quickly and began to count it, relieved that it was more
than enough to pay her fees.
“Thank you,” she offered softly.
Trey nodded and
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