Timbre: The Internship

Deep Breaths

Justin's POV:

God she looks so hot when she's pissed.

Is she bringing me home? Holy freakin cow, I can't stop thinking about the possibilities, though I have tried so hard keeping it in my pants the last few days, if we're going to her place, I don't think I can. And now I can't stop smiling.

"Aw! Oh my freakin god! That hurt." I felt the wound open from too much smiling.

"You're still bleeding? C'mon walk faster! You're staining the sidewalk with your blood. " what a cold-hear-ted girl, I'm fucking bleeding because of her, now she's thinking about the bloody sidewalk.

"Oh, I'm sorry for staining your precious sidewalk, ....From heroically saving you from that psycho!" Now I'm pissed off, not because of the unnecessary amount of blood dripping from my face, but can't she even show a little hint of concern?!

"Don't be over dramatic Batman, he's no psycho, in any case you're the psycho. You were following me." she said while forcing a squint in her eyes.

I am guilty, I was following her. But just wanted to make sure she's safe, it's my fault she's going home at 2 in the morning. And I felt bad about the demo thing. So least I can do is to keep her alive.

I remained silent and just looked at her until it felt awkward.

She broke of the stare then started to look for something in her bag.

"Here. You're bleeding again like strawberry. Just apply a little pressure to stopit." Handing me a white cloth

We went up to her apartment, which was surprisingly ginormous for a single woman and for someone who's claiming to have worked side jobs to afford law school. She pointed to the living room, "Just wait here, I'll get the first aid kit.", where there seems to be a designer sofa and a plasma as wide as the wall. The kitchen seemed to be customized as well with tasteful artworks all around.

This is a millionaire's pad, I should know, I have one of these.

"Is this your place?" I asked as she approached and sat beside me

"Hmmmm, yeeee No. Why?"  

"Nothing. It's nice." Then gave her a quick harmless-to-my-wound smile.

"Thanks? I guess. Now stay still, I'll clean it. This might sting a little." She was surprising gentle and kind of sweet? But not at all trying to seduce me, well she is attractive, LIKE ALWAYS. But she's not giving the "let's get it on" vibe, she doesn't want it, DOESN'T SHE?!? WHY NOT?

Uh-oh. This is not good. Why the hell would she even take me here, it's not like I can get killed by this superficial wound.

"Thanks by the way." Why is she thanking me all of a sudden?

"For what? You're the one cleaning the wound."

"Yeah you should thank me. But the thank you is for saving me from myself."

What on earth does she mean? From herself? I tried to recall what happened, but still nothing connects the dots.

"We were together for 5 years. If you didn't show up like a creepy psycho batman, maybe he's the one here in my apartment right now."

I knew that was an ex-boyfriend or a previous fuck buddy.

5 YEARS?!!?!

I WOULD HAVE FILLED UP MULTIPLE JOURNALS OF BLONDES I HAVE SLEPT WITH GIVEN 5 YEARS!

I cleared my throat, I have nothing to say, she's a monogamous monster.

I should get out NOW.

"Also thank you for saying you're my new boyfriend. I really enjoyed the reaction of that cheating fucker." She chuckled a little, but even though she's smiling, I feel like there's something different, something wrong. I feel like I'm not talking to my tigress of an intern named Paige.

"Do you have a drink? C'mon let's drink! " I pleaded, I'm not good at talking to people about stuff like these, fuck I'm not good at talking to people at all. Unless it's business. Or sex, of course.

Bottles of wine were lined up at the table with packs of beer. Maybe I was still getting some after all. ;)

She drank until she was drunk. She didn't talk much, she just nodded after every shot and every clink of our glasses.

I can see her eyes fighting to remain open, and her cheeks were as almost red as her lips.

"Hey batman, I'm going to the bathroom. DON'T TAKE ANOTHER SHOT WITHOUT ME CAPICHE?"

When her five minute tinkle took forever, I need to know what's going on in the bathroom.

"Paige? Paige?! What's taking you so long?"

There was no response.

"I'm coming in, don't tell me I didn't warn you. I'm going in Paige, I'm not kidding." Thank heavens the door was not locked. And there she was in the potty, puke all over.

I carried the stinking princess to her bedroom, this is beyond disappointing, and I'm now a drunk's babysitter. I laid her into her bed all knocked out, then I walked into her closet, I can tell she has good taste.

"I bet she'd look stunning in all of these clothes. " Ironically, I picked jammies from the top of a pile.

"Now let me see how she'd look like without them." I mumbled. I deserve at least a look, that's all I get after a bloody heroic act.

Now I'm sitting in her bed just looking at her, she looks angelically beautiful. This my first time seeing her face without an attitude and it's just glorious. Now let me put clean clothes on you.

I keep clenching my fist as I try to unbutton her blouse. Never have I been more uncomfortable undressing a woman.

"You're not doing anything wrong Justin, this is SOP, the shirt is covered in vomit for crying out loud!" I took a deep breath after giving myself a justifying pep talk.

Slowly I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a GQ worthy cleavage.

"Oh fucking hot damn. What do we have here? " I put on the top of the matching jammies before I give in to the temptation of touching 'em.

"No. Justin no. Deep breaths."

 Now, I'm buttoning her top down to her belly where the waist band of her pencil skirt starts. I can't seem to find the zipper of this figure hugging skirt from where I am looking - so it zips off from behind.

Oh my goodness, her freakin' behind. Just the thought makes me-. That has always been my weak spot. From the looks of it hers is tight and mighty fine. Now is not the time to get hard and no deep breaths can make me go out of this room without being a harasser of an unconscious woman.

 "I'm not doing it. I'm not doing it. I'm not doing it. I'm not doing it." I muttered to myself while biting my fist.

 This is driving me crazy. I don't know if it was the amount of booze I had, for sure I want her BIG TIME, but not in this way. She is beyond beautiful and stunningly gorgeous, her psycho of an ex is just the stupidest dude I've ever seen.

"I'm sorry, but you'd have to sleep with a tight pencil skirt on princess." I don't trust myself and now I'm feeling a little dizzy , I seem a little drunk in alcohol, but I'm also drunken with too much Paige goodness.