Clean Up In Aisle 483
Emily was about ready to crack.
She had been waiting for Naima over an hour, not including the time she spent searching through the hormone-filled dance floor. Initially she had been assigned as purse girl--and that worked for her. She would watch the public orgy, have a couple of drinks, and then after Naima had fulfilled her party appetite, they went home.
But Naima hadn't shown up for her routine lip gloss check. She had turned that club upside down, and Naima wasn't there. Surely she would have called--except for the fact that Emily was holding her purse, cell phone inside.
Pacing back and forth in front of the bed, both her own and Naima's cell phones laying in the center, she waited for a phone call and every new minute made her stomach turn. She was fully prepared to run into Mr. and Mrs. Dreher's bedrooms and tell them everything. Not that she was a snitch. She had snuck out of her house plenty of times, until four in the morning on the ra