Page 50 of Puck Drop
I am completely spent, but my hips still move of their own volition. My limbs are weighing a ton now, and all I can think of is how I can drop face first but without crushing Elizabeth under me.
With a bit of effort, I manage to lean to the side without sliding out of her. Instead, I have her turn to the side, mirroring our positions from last night and again this morning when I started all this.
“That was amazing,” Elizabeth gasps out loud, sounding like she just ran a mile.
“It fucking was,” I agree. I am just as winded as her.
I pull her into me more, and the movement causes me to slip out of her this time. She rests her head over my chest as I am on my back now. I want to say so many things to her, but I am spent. Last night was rough and neither one of us got enough rest, which means that we need to get back to sleep. I feel so much more relaxed now.
Just as I relax my body into the mattress, a loud noise comes out of nowhere, causing for my eyes to snap open.
“What the fuck is that?” I wonder out loud. A glance around the room doesn’t show anything out of the ordinary until I notice her phone sitting on the nightstand on her side of the bed. I stretch an arm out to grab it and turn it off when Elizabeth flies out of my arms.
“Oh my God, what time is it?”
I finally reach her phone and turn it over. “Ten to eight.”
“What?” she shrieks. “What does that mean?”
I stare at her in disbelief. “It means that in ten minutes from now, it’ll be eight o’clock.”
She sticks her hands into her hair and pulls. “In the morning?”
“Uh, yeah…” I look at her like she’s talking crazy.
She promptly bursts into tears, leaving me speechless.
SIXTEEN
Elizabeth
I amsick to my stomach as I rush to get out of my car at the arena, then take off in a run toward where the offices are located. I scan my badge in, holding my breath as I wait for the little light to turn green. When it does, a small sob of relief escapes my lips.
“Lizzie, stop panicking,” Logan begged when I started crying earlier at my apartment. “You’re fine. You got time.”
“I was supposed to be at the office at eight,” I told him through hiccups.
His eyes got big, and he followed suit and jumped out of bed, panic clear on his face as well.
“Shit, I’m so sorry! I thought you had to be in at nine!”
Everything after that was a chaotic mess. I didn’t have time to take a shower, but I managed to clean myself up with a hand towel, and Logan swore to me that I didn’t stink by the time I was ready to leave.
Now, as I walk down the hallway toward where my small office is located, I pray to all the gods that I won’t run into anyone. Sweat breaks down my back when I hear a dooropening, causing me to hold my breath in anticipation. When no one shows up, I start running, and, before long, I am finally in front of my office.
I pause for a second when I realize the door is closed. I could’ve sworn I left it open yesterday at the end of the day. My entire body is tight with anxiety when I press on the handle and the door opens.
“Thank you, God,” I murmur to myself when I notice there’s no one in here.
With speed that I didn’t even know I was capable of, I hurry and sit at my desk, opening the bottom drawer in one swift move, and dropping my handbag in there. I then touch the keyboard, and my computer comes to life. I have to type in my password three times until it finally takes it. By the time I am logged in, my hands are clammy, and my armpits feel sweaty and gross.
I lean back against my chair and close my eyes in relief. I may have actually pulled this off.
“Knock, knock,” someone’s voice calls out from the doorway. My eyes snap open, only to find Jennifer, one of the organization’s HR ladies, smiling at me. I automatically think of the worst, to the point where all the blood rushes to my head, and my chest hurts.
“Do you have a minute?” Her voice sounds happy and chipper but also strong.
She doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, she steps inside my office and closes the door behind.
