A Taste of Heaven by Penny Watson

Author:Penny Watson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penny Watson
Published: 2015-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Sophia pounded on Elliott’s dormitory door. “Elliott! I know you’re in there. Let me in.”

“Go away, Sprite.” His words sounded slightly slurred.

“No. I’m not going away. I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.”

“Go. Away.”

She smacked the flat of her hand against the door.

He ignored her.

She began a regular pounding rhythm. He lasted for two minutes, and then he flung open the door.

“What the hell are you doing? Leave me alone. Alone. Alone. What part of—?”

She interrupted and pushed him aside. “I’m coming in now. We’re going to talk, whether you like it or not.”

“Not. I like it not.” He sloshed his highball glass in front of her face. “Care to join me? Since you’re here. Bugging the hell out of me.” His request was dripping with sarcasm.

“No, thank you. I don’t like whisky. I prefer wine.”

“How very civilized of you. Miss Priss. Miss Prissy Children-Hugging Garden Fairy Priss.”

She plopped down on his bed. “Isn’t it nice to finally have the room all to yourself?”

He sat on the bed across from her. “Aye. A real luxurious treat since Mr. Burnside-from-Oklahoma was eliminated yesterday. Too bad he missed today’s cheese challenge.”

Sophia cocked her head. “Care to discuss it?”

“No.”

“I think you need to. You’re pissed, Elliott. And I don’t get it. You told me you had to win. This is what you wanted. You made me promise. I did everything you asked. We won.”

“No! We did not win. We did not win. You won. You won. I’m—”

“You egotistical bastard.”

“Yes. I am. Do you have any idea how utterly humiliating it is that a little housewife from the suburbs made grilled-fucking-cheese-sandwiches for a bunch of snotty-nosed kids, and we won! What kind of ludicrous contest is this?”

“Oh my God. You are unbelievable.”

“Yes, I am. Unbelievable. But unfortunately, those kids wouldn’t know unbelievable if it bit them on their wee little bums. And Jenny the Blogger wouldn’t know unbelievable if it slipped through her collagen-enhanced lips. And—”

“That’s enough.”

“Really? I thought you wanted to talk.” He sneered the last word and finished off his whisky. “Uh-oh. My glass is empty.” He walked over to the dresser and opened a bottle of Scotch.

“Take it easy with that, Elliott. You’re going to be hung over tomorrow. That’s not a good idea.”

“What the hell difference will it make? I’m just a line cook. Line cooks get pissed all the time.”

Sophia sighed and slumped down on his bed. This was going to be more difficult than she’d thought. “Elliott, you’re not a line cook. You’re captain of the team, remember? I need your guidance and help if we’re going to win this whole thing. We’re on the way.”

“Aye. The way to nowhere.” He glanced at her. “You’re looking lovely, lass. All pink-cheeked and tousled. You know what everyone will say when you leave my room.”

“What? That I’m still alive? Maybe they’ll make me a I Survived Elliott Adamson T-shirt.”

He chuckled. “Maybe they will.” He swallowed another sip of Scotch. “So you don’t like whisky, huh?”

She narrowed her eyes.

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