Fake: The Scarab Beetle Series: #3 (The Academy) by Stone C. L

Author:Stone, C. L. [Stone, C. L.]
Language: eng
Format: azw, epub
Publisher: Arcato Publishing
Published: 2015-01-28T16:00:00+00:00

Corey: Beyond the kitchen, behind door number two on the right.

“Ask him if there’s a bathroom that way.”

Brandon typed in a message and Corey confirmed there was.

“Good,” I said. I went to the buffet table and took a champagne glass. “I’m going to go pretend the downstairs restrooms are full.”

Brandon eyeballed the glass. “We shouldn’t separate.”

“You need to keep an eye on the guards. If they come after me, try to stall them. Or stay behind if somehow I get kicked out.”

Brandon pursed his lips and looked around. “Kayli…I really don’t want you going alone.”

I didn’t want to, either, but I was a girl sneaking upstairs, and I could pull off looking like I was tipsy and had gotten curious. If Brandon came along, it might be harder to explain.

To ease his mind, and to quell my own nerves, I got up on my toes and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll be back,” I said. “I’ll just find the ‘kids should stay out’ room. I won’t go in.”

He frowned but then kissed my mouth quickly. His eyes held my gaze after, and he squeezed my hand. “Ten minutes,” he said, “or I’m coming after you.”

“Fifteen,” I said. “And no heroics if the guards kick me out.”

“No getting kicked out,” he said.

I left him, turning a couple times to look back. He picked up his own champagne, and while he tried not to be obvious, his eyes kept watching me.

I dove through a small group of people chatting, smiling and saying excuse me. Everyone was dressed up and laughing, gossiping and drinking and eating. I wondered how many of them were in on the illegal phone service.

The kitchen was organized chaos, with a kitchen manager in a white suit barking directions to chefs and attendants dropping off empty plates and champagne glasses, only to pick up trays of food and clean dishes and get sent back out again.

I was trying to slip in behind an attendant when the kitchen manager pointed at me. “Miss!” he cried out. “You’re not supposed to be back here.”

“Sorry!” I clamored. “There’s a restroom back here, isn’t there? The other ones are occupied…and I need to change my pad.” Want to ensure men got out of your way and gave you access to the bathroom? Talk about your period.

The kitchen manager’s face stiffened. “Uh, sure,” he pointed to the door at the far end. “There’s one back there.”

I thanked him, and smiled pleasantly at others nearby. After I got to the door, they resumed their jobs.

In the back hallway, there were several doors. I followed Corey’s instructions, finding a hallway behind a door and heading up.

The second floor carried an echo from downstairs, which made me paranoid, as I couldn’t hear if anyone else occupied the floor. It also meant I couldn’t hear someone sneaking up behind me, like a security guard, or the owner.

Still, I tiptoed my way through the hall, taking a long detour to avoid the main staircase, and avoid being seen. The hallway had a thick carpet.

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