Three
335 Words
Chance…
The doors squeak shut to the elevator. I lean my back against the cold mirrored wall as the iron box roars to life and slowly descends. I whistle Ms. May’s little tune as the image of Emma laughing and dancing replays for the hundredth time.
God, she is gorgeous with a smile.
Thinking how—if she were mine—my daily goal would be to see that beautiful smile. If only she were mine. The elevator pulls to a stop on the fourteenth floor. I take a step out and head in the direction of my apartment. Having been up for nearly twenty-four hours, exhaustion is starting to hit me hard. I pull the keys out of my pocket just as my phone jumps to life. It’s Rick…
“Hello.”
“Mr. Fletcher, I will be home around 4:00 pm. You are to meet with me at my office, no later than 5:00 pm. I need to go over a few changes.”
“Yes, Sir, I will be—”
Click, Rick hangs up. What an ass.
I walk-in my dorm size apartment and throw my phone and keys on the overly crowded table which is covered with research papers and to-go boxes.
I look down at my watch, I have three hours to get some sleep before having to meet up with Rick. I strip my clothes off, gather them up, and toss them in the bin that is set in the corner. I drag my feet the last few steps in the opposite direction to my bed.
I lay down and stretch out. In only my boxer briefs, the coolness of the sheets against my body seem to ease my nerves. I let out a deep breath and close my eyes. Emma’s sweet smile floods my consciousness. How can she be with Rick? She seems so innocent.
Emma’s moan echoes in my ears causing my body to kick up a few degrees.
Shit, so much for sleep…
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