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Emma…
After spending forty-five minutes at the library, I leave with my next book tucked under my arm and my gym bag over my shoulder.
I make my way back to the private elevator that is inconveniently across the far side of the building thinking that if Rick would just give me access to the stairs, I could walk down the few floors to the pool instead of always waiting for the slow elevator.
As I enter and press the button for my floor, the door makes a slight moan as it shuts, and I instantly remember being in the kitchen with Chance. He probably thinks I am so childish, moaning over my lunch. If I explained to him my background, would he understand?
After my swim, I sit down on one of the benches, still feeling the high of endorphins. I begin drying off as I admire the “all too revealing” peach bikini that Rick would never let me wear in public. There is something about the stripy thing that I enjoy and a surge of mischief sparks deep inside. What would Chance think if he saw it?
The main entrance doors suddenly fly open and Brutus rushes in my direction. I feel my breath stop.
The old man reaches me, and I hear him huffing for air. “Ms. Andrews—"
“Emma,” I tease trying to ease my own panic.
“Ms. Andrews, your needed back at the penthouse right away.”
“Okay.” My mind races. “Do I have time to change?”
He looks me up and down. “Best if you do, but you must hurry.”
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