My Masked Assassin

Chapter Thirteen : A Cool Problem

"Are you trying to kill me woman!?" Tom roared after me. "If I so much as see a scratch on my face...I'M SUING!"

He holds an ice pack to his head as I push passed him and climbed up the stair.

"Injuring me is right up there with defaming of public property" he continues, "My gorgeousness is a national treasure! I am and have one of the 3 wonders of the world!"

I walk down the hall and enter the last room on the right, Tom still in hot pursuit, "Those wonders being my face, my butt and my dick. The biceps are considered the forth, depending on which gender is looking-"

"Will you shut the fuck up?!" I toss my torn dress smack in his face. I look down to examine the damage, besides the knife wound on my thigh there wasn't anything else extreme but already coloring bruises.

I turn around for Tom to see my back, "You see anything back there?" I ask him.

He pouts at me with the ice pack still on his head, then lowers his eyes down to examine me. "Nothing but faint scratches" he says in a bored tone.

I proceed to take off my bra and slide out of my underwear. "Hope you have enough hot water left" I say as I turn away from him and walk into the bathroom stark naked.

"Why is one of your nipples a different color?" I hear his voice asked.

"I'll tell you later," my voice echo's in the white titled bathroom that had an aqua hue. "What were you making?" I asked as to the bowl of ingredients I remembered him mixing.

"I don't know, just threw ingredients in the bowl as the crack pot cooking instructor said" he follows me into the bathroom.

"I told you to stop watching those late night cooking shows" I scolded him as I turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature to that sweet spot in the middle. "They basically have you cook intercontinental poison"

I jumped in the shower when the water was just right.

"I only tried to cook puffer fish that one time" he whines, he goes to a cabinet and pulls out shampoo, hands it over to me. "The woman won't let me live it down"

I squeeze out his shampoo into my hair, "Careful with the wound" Tom reminded me just a second too late"

"Ow, ow, ooooow!!" I cry and hop around.

"Try not to get it infected," Tom says sardonically and walks out the bathroom.

I try to rinse out the blade wound on my thigh without exhausting my current list of curse words.

After a really, really, REALLY long time in the shower I finally decided to get out. Hot puffs of steam escape out the bathroom in a mad dash and I'm hit with fresh glorious air. I am a firm believer of the fact that if you don't nearly suffocate in the bathroom from lack of air then you didn't have a good shower.

I see fresh clean pairs of clothes laid on Tom's bed, I pad over, wrapped in his thick towels and lift up the brown T-shirt that was obviously waaaay too big for me.

"Tomaaaass!" I called as I make my way to the door.

I nearly crash into him as he Houdini's himself in the doorway. Tom just glances down at his shirt in my hand and replies, "We took all your clothes back to your place last weekend, remember?"

"Oh right" I just turn and tug on the shirt over my head, I do the same with the cotton pants over my legs.

"Not gonna wear underwear?" Tom points at my undies on the floor in front of his bathroom.