Page 36 of No, For An Answer
I mean, I killed her after all. But everyone else is acting like she wasn’t the biggest fucking bitch to ever walk the halls of Brown University. Although watching her mother cry on TV hasn’t brought me as much joy as I initially thought it would. Jesse and his stupid brother haven’t been near me since the news broke that Fran had gone missing the evening of my first altercation with them.
Giving me time to watch my next victim without being interrupted. I decided to put Fran’s little butt buddies to theback of the line for the meantime. I don’t need to attract any unwanted attention. So here I am, standing outside the Dean’s house. I decided that tonight was the night for him to meet his untimely demise.
Raising my hand, I rap my knuckles against the glass panelling. Making sure to keep my head down so nobody gets a good look at my face. Footsteps become louder the closer they get to the door. I look up and smile as Joseph pulls the door open.
“Miss Porter, what are you-”
“I’m so sorry, I got the address from Professor Danvers. My car broke down and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call breakdown?”
“Oh, uh, of course. Please,” he steps back, opening the door and gesturing for me to enter. “Go through to the back room and take a seat.”
“Thank you so much.” I smile, stepping over the threshold of his house. I pull off my black heels and tug at the belt around my coat. Can’t run in heels. Not that I need to but just in case. I slide the mack off my shoulders as the door clocks shut and turn to face him.
I came prepared tonight and pulled out the big guns. A blood red, velvet dress hugs my body, clinging in all the right places. It’s freezing outside but who gives a fuck when what I’m about to do to him will warm me up.
I have to be quick though, I need to make my way to a study group Nathan set up for the three students who are falling behind in his class. He asked me to attend this evening and seeing as I had nothing else to do -other than this- I agreed to help. I have exactly one hour to get this done, change and leave without anyone seeing me.
Talk about cutting it short.
This needs to be quick and easy.
No mess.
Walking into the back room, I take a seat on the sofa and place my clutch bag on the seat next to me. I watch as hewalks into the room and freezes at the sight of me. Let’s play it safe here.
“Just coming back from a date,” I laugh dryly. “Needless to say, it didnotgo well.” I giggle, brushing my hands down my dress as though I’m nervous.
“Boys these days wouldn’t know how to treat a young woman such as yourself even if it was right in front of them.”
“Do you?” I tilt me head.
“Do I what, Miss Porter?” Resting his hand on the arm of the chair he drops down into the seat. His rotund belly wiggling as he does, and I have to do everything not to grimace. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. The thing in front of me is nearly seventy, with type two diabetes and more liver spots on his hands and face than I’ve ever seen.
He’s balding on top and doing everything he can to cover the patch with what’s left of his hair. If the liver spots weren’t going to give me the ick, the combover certainly has. Swallowing down the bile, I smile.
“Know how to treat a woman,” I shrug, looking nonchalantly around the room. Joseph clears his throat as he shuffles in his seat. God, he’s vile. “This big house. All alone. Is there no wife in the picture?”
“She died, a while ago now. So, no. I’m a lonely man in this house.” I lean forward, knowing full well that my breasts are on display. Joseph’s eyes linger on my body as I stand. I stalk over like a cat and the poor bastard has no idea what’s about to happen. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me for a single second.
“Can I use your phone to call triple A?” Lifting his finger, he points to the phone next to the fireplace and I smile. “Thank you.” I turn and make my way to the table, picking up the receiver and holding it to my ear.
“Would you like a drink while you wait?”
Bingo.
“If you give me a moment to sort this, I’ll make it for us.” My seductive tone sings through the air as I look over my shoulder at him and wink. The fucker’s dick is already growing, and this is the dirtiest I’ve ever felt. And not in a good way either. Pressing a few random buttons, I put on the best performance of my life.
“Yes, hi. I was wondering if I could have someone come out to collect me and my car.” I laugh. “Yeah, I broke down on Winchester Road… uh huh… yes that’s right, just past the park. Thank you. Ok… yes, I’m safe. Ok, bye.” I put down the phone, taking a deep breath. I need to steady my nerves and make sure every second counts. “Where are the drinks?”
He points to the corner at the back of the room, and I make my way over. Pouring the whiskey into a tumbler, I carefully lift the vile of crushed Temazepam from between my cleavage and pour it into the glass. Not that he will be able to taste the difference.
I check my watch as I rest my arms on the back of the sofa. I’ve watched him talk absolute shit for what feels like fucking ages. The Temazepam has finally started to kick in and it’s the first time I’ve thanked God for anything. His words are becoming slurry, but he’s fighting it. There were enough crushed tablets in there to put down a fucking horse and with his diabetes and lack of taste, it was easy to get him to drink.
“How long will the recovery team take to get here?” He slurs slightly.
“Another five minutes, I’d say.” I look him up and down. “Do you think I’m sexy?”
“Ashley, I don’t-” He’s taken to calling me by my first name now. He’s had three drinks in thirty minutes so the effects of the alcohol would mask the sleeping tablets for him.
