I immediately burst out laughing.
His eyes washed over me as he shut the door and seeing me in my underwear made his glower darken.
That just made me laugh harder.
Dripping down his face, pooling across his broad shoulders and falling in icky glops down his tuxedo was green gunk. The look on his face was priceless.
“Stop laughing,” he warned me.
Of course like always I did not heed the warning. I finally calmed enough to wheeze out, “What happened?”
“My doormen let the Ghostbusters into the club. They brought ectoplasm.”
I let out another cackle of laughter. “Oh man,” I struggled to breathe, “I’m going to pee myself.”
The narrowing of his eyes was the only warning I got before he moved across the room faster than I thought was possible. He folded around me, squeezing me in a bear hug as he rubbed his goo-covered face over mine. I squealed, trying to get away from him, but Braden laughed, scooping ‘ectoplasm’ off his tuxedo as he pushed my wig off and rubbed the gunk into my hair. We got into a wrestling match, except the goal was to cover the other as much as possible in the green crap.
My shoe slipped on said gunk, my leg flying out beneath me. In Braden’s attempts to right me, his own feet slipped. “Whoa!” He wrapped his arms around my waist as we fell so that he landed on the floor and I landed on him.
A few seconds after impact and Braden’s pained grunt, I pushed up off him to look into his face. As soon as our eyes met we burst out laughing again.
We laughed so hard my stomach hurt.
Wiping at my eyes, I rolled off him so I could lie on the floor at his side.
“So much for sexy desk time.”
Braden huffed. “What’s not sexy about ectoplasm and James Bond?”
I chuckled. “Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear.” I pushed up onto my elbows to gaze down my body at my now ruined lingerie. “This was expensive underwear.”
“Well this tuxedo was a rental.”
I glanced at it, smiling. “Woops. There goes your damage deposit.»
“Note to self: Ban anyone dressed as the Ghostbusters next year.”
“Yup,” I agreed. “So what now?”
His gazed roamed over me. “Now I get you home so I can wash the ectoplasm off you.”
“Ooh… will you replace the ectoplasm with an orgasm?” I grinned. “See what I did there?”
Braden nodded solemnly. “My girl is sexy and smart.”
“I did go to college you know.” I attempted to get to my feet elegantly, but slipping again in the goo kind of destroyed my efforts. Luckily I managed to keep my balance this time. Carefully, I walked around the desk and retrieved my dress. I shot the desk a forlorn look. “Maybe next time.”
“Definitely next time,” Braden promised, slipping up behind me. He pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder. “Once I get you in that shower, you’ll forget all about the desk.”
Very much looking forward to that, I quickly dressed, took Braden’s outstretched hand, and followed him back out of the office.
We were heading through the crowds when the glow of white caught my attention. I turned my head, spotting the four Ghostbuster guys in the corner. My gaze moved over them, landing on the water gun that had been modified to hold goo, and I pulled on Braden’s hand. He stopped, looking over his shoulder at me in question.
I held up a finger. “One second.”
With that I pushed through the crowd and ripped the water gun out of Ghostbuster number one’s grip.
“Hey!” he yelled, his face scrunching up in petulance.
I held the water gun up as the four came toward me.
I let fire, swinging it back and forth until it was empty.
The Ghostbusters stared at me in shock through layers of glopping green slime.
Handing back the water gun to a dazed number one, I shrugged. “That’s for ruining sexy desk time.”
Making my way back toward Braden I looked up into his eyes. He stared back at me calmly and held out his hand. “Feel better?”
I will do once we have sexy shower time.”
He nodded and pulled me into his side as we walked down the stairs toward the exit. “Sexy shower time coming up.”
“Happy Halloween!” Two drunk girls dressed as fairies yelled at us as we exited the club.
I touched my hair, grimacing at the clump of goo Braden had mushed into it. I looked up at him, eyeing the goo in his own hair. At least we were gooey together.
“Happy Halloween.” I kissed his cheek and wrapped my arm around his waist letting him lead me home.