Page 5 of The Boss and the Adoption Mess
"No. You really need to go now." Gabriel puts his hand on my back and pushes me toward the door. I manage to grab my bag, at the last moment.
"It was really nice with you, but Rosie comes first now."
"But, but..." I protest and whisper to him: "I'll pee in front of your door!"
Gabriel stops, looks at his daughter, then back at me. "Bathroom yes. Shower no."
"I have an important job interview at 11:30! I can't show up there all sweaty and disheveled."
"Do you want to use the bathroom or not?" he whispers to me.
"I'm so glad I didn't sleep with you!" I snarl at him as quietly as possible.
"Likewise." He opens the door for me, and I simply walk out. As I turn around to face him, he slams the door right in my face.
What a damn jerk! Unbelievable...
I have no choice: Now I have to make the best of this situation.
As fast as my legs can carry me, I rush to the elevator and ride down fourteen floors to the ground floor while I turn on my phone’s GPS. Even with the subway or a taxi, I'd need at least half an hour to reach my apartment. There's no way I'll make it to EDL in time.
I sigh as I arrive downstairs. There are two doormen in the lobby and a young woman sitting at a reception desk. Right—these are luxury suites, they're guarded.
I hurriedly click-clack over to the young woman and give her a pleading look. "Hi. Hi... um, please... I urgently need to use the bathroom, otherwise there's going to be an accident here." My panic seems to convince her.
"Of course, Miss Prescott," she answers, bewildered, and points to the door right next to the reception area. "Visitors are welcome to use this..."
I don't hear the rest as I run off and rush into the guest bathroom. Oh, thank heavens, I'm saved!
While still on the toilet, I call a taxi. I hastily wash myself in the guest bathroom, which is furnished with black marble and gold fixtures. Not bad. But the entire apartment complex is pure luxury, something I was already raving about last night when he brought me here.
Gabriel was such a gentleman at the bar and later here too. So entirely different from this morning. If I hadn't drunk so much,I might have noticed earlier what an idiot he is, and I could have saved myself the embarrassment of this morning.
The taxi will be here in eight minutes. Perfect. Thanks to the soap, some towels, and perfume samples, I can at least freshen up. It's not a shower, but I'll take what I can get.
I send a voice text to Chloe. She hates them, but I can't type right now. "Hey," I begin while unbuttoning my blouse and then setting aside my bra. "I only have about eight minutes until my taxi arrives."
I soak the small towel in warm water before I wring it out and put soap on it.
"you’ll never believe what happened to me — or what I’m doing right now. I’ll tell you everything in detail tonight, but I have to get this off my chest or I won’t survive the interview."
I quickly wash myself while I’m still speaking: ""Remember that guy who picked me up yesterday? Gabriel. You warned me not to go with him because of my life-changing appointment today, but no, I wouldn’t listen. And now I’m standing in this tiny guest bathroom in the lobby of his apartment complex, washing myself in the anteroom because he wouldn’t even let me shower. I can’t believe it. Honestly, if I weren’t living it myself, I’d think it was a lie. Oh man."
I growl with anger and rinse out the towel so I can wipe myself down. At least the soap smells like roses, which isn't half bad.
"Anyway, last night we ended up in his apartment, made out, and then all I remember is lying in his bed and passing out. This morning, he wakes me up and tries to kick me out. I turned off my alarm and, of course, fell back asleep."
Fuck my life.How unlucky can one person be?
I sigh, wringing out the towel and naturally imagine I’m wringing his neck instead. He’d absolutely deserve it!
"And then guess what I find out this morning? He has a wife and a kid. The little girl saw me and even said he often has other women over. Can you believe it? What an asshole!"
I curse quietly and set aside the still damp towel. I dab myself dry with another one, then put my bra back on and spray it with some perfume. Then the blouse and I don't smell very sweaty anymore. A shower would have been preferable, of course, but I don't listen to my best friend.
"Man, he looks so good, and he was so charming."
I can’t remember every detail, though, because I let myself get carried away and had a glass or two. "But a man who knows how hot he is will take advantage of it. I just had to experience that eventually."
