Page 6 of Painfully Merry

“Not all of us are into that sort of thing. She basically told us where we can hide.” I smile around the bottle of beer. Thinking of the perfect hiding spot, she’d never know we’re hiding right below her.

“Foolish girl, isn’t she? I overheard the staff talking.”

“About what?”

“They are excited for their holidays to start, and they leave the day before Christmas Eve.” That sly smile of his tells me all I need to know. “I also packed my kit, and since you won’t let me kill her, it’s a different kind of kit.

I’m not even going to ask.

“Should I even bother asking what you did today?”

“Um.” His mouth bunches into a pucker. “It was entertaining to say the least. I got my cardio in. Almost lost a finger, but in the end, it was quite successful.”

“Only you would make it sound fun.”

“Man, gotta make an honest living. We all can’t steal.” A grin sprang across his face.

“That’s a low blow.”

“But can you imagine if you did, we could be sipping Mai Tai’s on the beach and getting blow jobs instead of being eye fucked by wanna-be Barbie.” He stares at the blonde again.

God, that would be nice. Just thinking about it, a personal beach and endless drinks. I could’ve been there no matter what this year. My blood boils when I think about what went down last month. I should’ve tried harder to prove my innocence and keep my job.

“Drink up, and then I’m out of here. And you leave the blonde alone.”

“Oh, come on, I’ll play nice. I’ll only poke her with my dick.” He holds up two fingers close together. “Scouts honour.”

“The only honour you know is to your blade.”

He shrugs. “My blade has never disappointed me, my friend.”

I finish my beer just as the waitress comes by. “Another round boys?”

I have nothing else going for me, might as well get shit-faced. “Fuck it, keep 'em coming.”

Chaos shakes the table. “Parky is getting cray-cray tonight.” He toasts the air before slamming back his beer in one go.

This night is gonna go to shit in no time.

Someone kill me, please.

“Shh, Parkman. I’m trying to sleep.”

“Chaos, why are you in my bed?”

His grip tightens around my waist and nuzzles his head deeper into my chest. “It was a late night, and I needed a bedmate.”

“Blondie didn’t want you?” I lie there with no energy to move. My head thumps more than my heart does.

His warm breath fanned across my chest. “She said I scared her. Am I scary?”

“Not to me, misunderstood to some. Don’t take it to heart.”

His body deflates. I know what will cheer him up. Hangover be damned. “Wanna break into a rich bitch's house today?”

“Oh, Parky, baby. Don’t tease me with a good time. I might get a hard-on.”

I push him off, sitting up. The motion turns my stomach. “How much did we drink last night?”

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