Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
His eyes heated and wary hold mine. He hesitates and the gray of his iris seems to shine as his pupils expand. “Is she the only reason?”
“You’re trying to make me stroke your ego,” I jest, grinning at him, he watches me expectantly. “I guess you’re alright too, Ezra.”
Smiling, he picks up the paper he was reading from before and continues. Well… he continues until his office door opens and Pax appears. His eyes scan the room before landing on us and a look of relief calms his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask and he looks at a loss for what to say.
“Mr. Conti,” he says clearly. “Do you have a copy of the Clandestine file?”
Mr. C nods. “I’ll deliver it to Julia as soon as I find it.”
“Thank you.”
“Be more careful with your things, Pax.” Conti’s tone is dark and heavy. “Some things are irreplaceable.”
Pax’s jaw ticks and his smile is forced as he turns and leaves, leaving the door open in his wake.
I stand and close it, then return to Mr. C. “What was that all about?”
“He lost an important file, that’s all,” he lies and continues reading.
Was Pax checking up on us? What transpired between him and Ezra in his office to make Pax react this way?
I don’t like this. Not at all. It reeks of drama I want no part of.
Chapter Thirteen
Even when he’s angry.
Normal people go to Halloween parties dressed as witches and mermaids and fairies… normal paranormally type things.
Not I.
No. I like to be the odd one out. Where most women dress sexy, I dress funny.
Last year I was Scooby Doo and Laurie was Shaggy.
The year before I was SpongeBob, and Laurie was Patrick.
This year however, I am wearing an inflatable T-Rex costume and Laurie is a dying cow, aka my dinner.
We giggle like little girls all the way into the building after I donned my outfit behind the taxi that dropped us off.
It took a couple of minutes, but it inflated, and I just know I’m going to melt inside this suit.
Still. I look hilarious.
Laurie being Laurie walks into the building mooing. I chase her with my little arms extended and my massive dinosaur head bobbing around.
She presses the button on the elevator twelve times in rapid succession and I jig a little while I wait.
I love dressing up, it makes me feel like I’ve got a shield in front of me. I can’t get embarrassed or be ridiculed because nobody can see me.
The elevator rises with just us two in it.
The party is being held in the cafeteria on our level, it’s big enough for everyone and they’ve hired a bar too which should be fun. Although Laurie and I already got drunk at home to gather the courage to come to this thing.
Laurie’s tics get quite animated when she’s had a drink. I love it, but other people might not.
“Daniel McIntyre is my mom’s lover,” she says and her black eye twitches.
I pat her soft cow head. “You wish.”
“I wish for penis up my butthole.”
I almost fall backwards with laughter at that one. She sighs but smiles too.
“I’m nervous,” she tells me.
“Don’t be,” I whisper, but truth be told, I’m nervous too. I’m also very drunk so I also don’t care.
The elevator dings to a stop and the doors open.
Everybody looks at us.
Literally… the entire hall full of people just stop and look.
At least everybody is dressed but nobody looks as awesome as we do.
“Candy cane vagina pads,” Laurie cries and slaps a hand over her mouth.
“Who is that?” Julia asks, referring to me as others say, “Awesome costume, man.”
They don’t know it’s me.
This is hilarious.
I toddle on, my big dinosaur butt and tail swaying as I go.
People laugh and cheer as we go past and I’m finding it hard to see because the plastic screen of the costume is starting to fog. I forgot to spray it with deodorant. Damn.
“What are we having?” Laurie asks as we rush through the crowded cafeteria to the makeshift bar.
“A double whiskey, plenty of ice,” I reply and she orders for us both as somebody cups their hands on the plastic and peers in to see who it is.
“I knew it was you,” Pax says and doubles over with laughter. He presses his lips to the plastic but I step back and bop him on the head with my big dinosaur mouth. People around us laugh and cheer, figuring out that it’s me if Pax is kissing me. It’s no secret anymore that we’re dating.
He’s dressed as James Bond… adventurous… not. He just couldn’t be bothered to go shopping for a costume.
“Is that actually Rose?” Mr. C asks and I turn to wave at him.
My jaw hits the floor when I see him.
He’s dressed as a priest. A fucking priest. A shirtless priest with a white collar and black cape draped over his shoulders.