“Well, what?”
She rolled her eyes. “How was it?”
I sighed. “He totally rocked my world.”
She grinned again.
“He used to be a boxer. He has these boxing gloves…” I felt heat pooling between my legs and I clamped my lips shut. Reliving sex with Charming wasn’t going to make this any easier.
“You know what we need?” Piper declared.
“What?”
“Pizza. Soda. Candy. And a bunch of horror movies where the dumb virgins run up the stairs instead of out the front door. It will make us feel better about ourselves for not being that stupid and for not being virgins.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Who you getting it on with?”
“Please. It’s been so long I might as well be a virgin.”
I laughed. “Someday, sista, someday.”
“Not anytime soon,” she said, getting up and grabbing the phone, but not before I caught yet another flash of hurt in her eyes. “I’ll order the pizza. Go raid the stash of candy you have hidden in your underwear drawer.”
I made a sound of mock surprise. “I do not have candy inthere.” Then I went off to get it because that’s exactly where I kept it.
In my room, I pushed past the lace panties knowing they were all gonna have to go in the trash. I would never be able to wear another pair of those again without thinking about the things I did with Charming while wearing a pair. I loaded up on candy and then I remembered my emergency stash. The box of truffles I kept hidden in my closet.
I dumped what I was holding on my bed and went to my closet, pulling open the door.
My eye caught something it didn’t recognize.
I looked.
I looked again.
I forgot all about the truffles, stood there, and stared.
At the body hanging in my closet.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“Joke - something said or done to evoke laughter or amusement, especially an amusing story with a punch line.”
Charming
He took me to his office, but he could have taken me to the depths of hell and I wouldn’t have cared. I was just glad we left before he could take his shitty mood out on Frankie.
I didn’t know what she would think when I wasn’t there, but I was hoping I could get back without being gone too long. And then I could explain. I wasn’t exactly sure how I was going to explain the fact that I pissed off the Grim Reaper even more than I already had by stealing some of his favorite bodies and jamming his pet soul into a jar.
G.R. didn’t waste any time but instead went behind his desk, reaching under the chair for the secret button. I expected the wall to open immediately and when it didn’t, I looked up.
“How do I know you just aren’t playing more games?”
“You should know by now I don’t play games when it comes to a job.”
He just stared at me and I realized he was trying to decide if I was just grasping at straws, if I was trying to find out his secrets by saying I already knew them. Because the minute he pressed that button, I would know for sure that he did have a secret stash of bodies and a wayward soul. He would know that I found his weakness.
“You gonna push that button?” I said. “The wall isn’t going to open itself.”
