Duncan, I need to get up! I start work in one hour and my hair isnt even done! Courtney complains, though she wasnt struggling much. Duncans arms were around Courtneys bare waist — her shirt had ridden up quite a lot.
Duncan was laying in his bed and Courtney was laying on his torso. He was pretending to be sleeping, not letting Courtney out of his grip. She groans and Duncan lets out a big, fake snore.
She laughs but soon smacks his shoulder. I know youre faking. Wake up, let me go, and hurry up! Courtney demands.
Duncan opens his eyes and smirks at her. Not quite, darling. Im having too much fun where I am, he says seductively, wiggling his eyebrows. Courtney rolls her eyes but feels her stomach flutter.
Duncan, she warns.
Just agree that you wont go to work today and Ill let you go, Duncan says.
I know what you said! Courtney snaps. I just cant call in sick on my second day of work!
Sure you can, Duncan insists. Especially since that crazed Sean is on the loose
Courtney freezes up in Duncans arms. She had completely forgotten about Sean. Well I guess one day off wont hurt anybody, Courtney breaks down.
Thats my Princess, Duncan praises her, kissing Courtneys forehead, and releasing her.
Courtney was on Duncans laptop, sitting on the couch. She was searching Sean on the internet because, to her, knowledge is power. Duncan was in the kitchen making himself a fruit smoothie with the blender along with a small shot of vodka in it.
Courtney gasps. Did you know there are over five hundred Seans on MySpace? she asks.