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My words are for no one in particular, but they make me laugh before I quickly shoot a message to the group chat.
ME
Sorry for leaving so abruptly, guys. Vaughn really knows how to grind my gears.
As I strip off my clothes in preparation for showering, my cell dings with their replies.
ELODIE
He can grind me any time he likes.
LEVI
What happened to your mystery man?
ELODIE
He’s a fuck buddy. I can have more than one!
LEVI
I’d be grateful for one LOL
I can’t help chuckling at their exchange before signing off and making my way to the ensuite.
Once I’ve brushed my hair out, I grab my cleanser to remove my makeup, twisting the cap with as much strength as I can. But it won’t budge.
“That’s weird.”
I try harder, but it’s not happening. Several shakes and a close inspection later, something clicks.
“The son of a bitch glued it shut?” My disbelieving voice echoes across the tiles.
I check all of my other capped products, discovering that I can’t open a single one.
My snort of laughter rings out loudly as I shake my head at this amateur-hour nonsense of gluing my products closed.
I’m still giggling and thinking of my payback when I twist the shower knob and jump under the wonderfully warm water. Closing my eyes as I scrub my face, I’m so fully focused on my epic revenge that I’m not paying any heed to what I’m doing.
Until I look at my hands and physically recoil when I see they’re painted bright blue.
“What the…” I turn off the water and look around the usually pristine white shower to find it covered in blue splatters. My eyes move down along my body, blowing wide when I see blue everywhere.
I reach for a towel, wrapping it around myself before stepping out onto the bathroom floor. My eyes immediately land on myself in the huge mirror opposite, and my jaw drops.
“I’m a fucking Smurf!”
I twist about this way and that, noting blue streaks all over my torso and limbs, but my face is completely blue. I scrub several times with a towel, but it’s not budging.
After taking a second to sniff my arm, I swiftly come to the conclusion that the lids were only a distraction tactic. The warm-up act.
Turning me into Smurfette was the main event, and he’d flustered me so successfully in the damn elevator that I’d never even suspected.
My jaw tics as my mind whirs to life, plotting my revenge.
“You’re going down, motherfucker.”
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