In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

"I am not a―"
"Shh."
Soon, he was whistling softly in her ear.
The flimsy door shook as if it would cave in. Night had fallen
out the little window. He sat bolt upright.
“Open up you son of a bitch. I swear I'll break the door
down!”
With the light switched on the white canvas blocks and
appliances loomed. The stench of laundry detergent and cedar cloaked
naphthalene permeated the enclosed space. Penny blinked and wriggled
into her clothes. He thrashed around with the sheets and kicked his
ripped shirt under the bed. She slid into the nearest wardrobe, in
between two suits, and handed him a new shirt.
He zipped her in, opened the door and mumbled something to
Ula. He must have hugged her because she cooed, "Oh, sweetheart."
"Je suis affamé! Quelle heure est-il?" he asked.
"Hmm, hell of a nap, what happened in here? I let you out of
my sight for five fucking minutes! You're not supposed to be engaging
in that sort of behavior, remember? And now you're hungry! Well, I
can't eat another thing, I got so stuffed with Ira—Brazilian seafood,
and those god awful cocktails, Caipirhinas, yech! Three of 'em! I've got
to throw up, then I'll crash. I just wanted to see if you were um, but,
obviously, you're doing just fine!"
"Merci, princesse! Amuse toi bien."
"Fous moi la paix." She slammed the door.
"Avec plaisir, madame!"
Penny unzipped herself from the dresser and stepped out. He
smirked, his finger on his lips. Right out of a Mozart opera. Some
things never did change.
"I am so hungry, and there is never any food in this place, the
only food here now is inside her stomach, and not for long! Let's go
eat," he said. He buttoned up his new shirt, put in the cufflinks. Penny
scooted under the bed and got the old shirt. He smiled, nodded to
himself.
"We go to your place first? But then we need to talk."
"I'll cook you dinner, okay?"
"You know how?" In all their time together, there had always
been servants.
"There's everything for a stir fry downstairs."
"But then I think we need to celebrate."
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