And I want a sincere apology. But since one doesn’t seem to be forthcoming, this will have to do.
My hand slips into my pocket, grasping the bottle I grabbed on my way out. Not something I had to clean up, unlike the contents of the bucket. This little addition is all of my own choosing.
Adrenaline surges through my veins as the footsteps get louder. I bounce lightly on my feet, pulling the bottle out and getting ready, flicking the lid off.
Ready.
The footsteps thunder down the stairs.
The excited whoop erupts out of me as the door opens and the bucket flips, crashing down to land perfectly over Rafe’s head.
Perfect fucking shot.
I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself as a yell echoes from under the bucket. Pale yellow gooey sludge oozes out, dripping down all over his fancy suit jacket and spattering his leather shoes too.
Grinning, I squeeze the ketchup in my hand, watching in glee as it makes a perfect arc to spatter against his chest.
“How are you liking that little taste of karma, Rafael?” I call smugly. I take a step closer, flicking the bucket with my nails as an enraged growl curls out.
“I,” I say softly, “am nobody’s whore, Rafe.”
It feels fuckinggood.
Right up until I hear another set of footsteps pounding down the stairs. Until the moment that a pair of bright green eyes meet mine, widening in confusion as he looks between me and the bucket. “What the hell is going on?”
The breath whooshes from my lungs. I jerk my head frantically from Rafe to the bucket.
It appears to be… snarling.
“Um,” I whisper. “Kit?”
Please be Kit.
Please.
Icannotbe that fucking unlucky.
Rafe claps a hand over his face as I stare at him. He chokes. “This… this was for me?”
And then he bends over, slamming his hands onto his knees as he gasps for breath amongst his laughter.
“Genius,” he wheezes. “If only you got the right person.”
The person I did get is now struggling to lift the bucket from his head. Swallowing, I take a step back.
And another.
As Silas rips the bucket from his head, throwing it to the side with a large bang. His indigo eyes snap to mine, and if I thought he was angry with me before…
Shit.Shitshitshitshit.
Slowly, I raise my hands.
“Silas,” I say placatingly. Maybe a little pleading in there too. “I… I thought you were Rafe.”
Rafe is clutching his stomach, but he manages to snap his mouth shut when Silas swivels his head to glare at him.
When he turns to me, his fists clenching, my gulp is audible.
