Gasp! by Z.A. Maxfield

Author:Z.A. Maxfield
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Z.A. Maxfield

Nigel used the shower to wash the sticky residue of products from his hair, then plugged the tub and let it fill, adding bubbles and bath salts and a couple of other things he found to the water.

Jeff had come in while he showered and left a glass of neat Irish whiskey and a cup of sweetened tea for him on a tray on the vanity stool. He reclined in the water with his back on a bath pillow, sipping his drink, kicking little bubbles up into the air, draping suds over the faucet with his toe while he hummed to himself.

Right about the time the water got cold, Jeff came in and sat down on the lip of the tub, holding his own drink. He looked like he’d had one or two before he came in.

“I just talked to Deidre. I had a drill sergeant in boot camp who yelled at me less.”

“I got you in trouble, eh?”

“She’s probably saving a little something up for you.”

“Oh bother. I’ll prepare myself…”

“Cover your nuts. I’m pretty sure mine are a distant memory.”

“When I get a chance, I’ll tell her I forced you to take me out tonight.”

“She’s the one who told me to do what you wanted.”

“She what?” Deidre had given Jeff instructions to…what?

“She’s the one who said if Nigel Gasp wants to do something, you do it.” Jeff’s voice slurred on the last few words. “I’m supposed to put on my asbestos shoes and catch…or something. She said you’re the boss, so you’re the boss. What do you want, Boss?”

Nigel pulled a towel over his head. “I want you to leave me alone right now.”

“What? No, Nigel.” Jeff leaned forward and pulled the towel off. “I’m not leaving you alone now.”

“Go.” Nigel’s voice echoed off the tiles. What the hell did Jeff mean? What else had he done because Deidre told him he was required to do it? “I want you to go.”

Jeff blinked at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Jeff. I’m simply tired.”

Jeff stood, but instead of leaving, he took his T-shirt off over his head. He pulled of his shoes, then his socks, pants, and shorts hit the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting in there.”

“Why? Did your sister tell you to do that too?”

There was a terrifying moment when Jeff lurched drunkenly, when he knocked his foot against the side of the tub and had to slap the beige marble wall with his hand to keep from falling in.

“Shit.”

“Bloody hell,” Nigel croaked. “It’s like being under a tree when it falls. At least yell timber.”

“I got your log right here, little man.”

“How much did you have to drink?”

“I don’t know. It was like a drinking game, I took a shot every time Deidre dropped the f-bomb. We need more whiskey. Scootch over.”

“Scootch? What the hell is scootch?”

Jeff knelt in the smallish tub and nudged Nigel with his hips enough to unseat him—enough to force him to climb aboard Jeff’s body and lie on top of him completely. “Now. Isn’t that better?”

“It is not.

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