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It sounded like a cowbell was having wild sex with a car alarm.
The horrific experience lasted an entirely too long five seconds, and when it was finally over, Adrien was beaming from ear to ear. “Do you love it?” he asked.
My heart was a frantic mess. “Is there a way to, um… silence it?”So it doesn’t give me and everyone else in the room a fucking heart attack every time it goes off?
“No.”
The dread that followed was so rich and overpowering, I could taste it. But then he rasped a chuckle. “You can adjust it in the settings.”
Thank fuck.I released my breath.
Okay, so he did have a sense of humor. It was just a bit sadistic.
“Great,” I said, ignoring the headache blooming at the base of my left eye. I very much needed this day to be over now, and it was only 8 a.m. “Do you need anything else from me?”
Adrien shook his head. “Not now. I’ll ring you when I need something.”
Again, the pun hadn’t been intended.
* * *
The “not needing anything” lasted all of nine minutes. And then the requests started to come in.
It was a drizzle at first—grab him coffee, drop off his dry-cleaning, pick up a package. The types of mundane errands I’d been expecting. But then the vibrations started coming in faster. And faster and faster and faster. Until I couldn’t remember a time when I had full feeling in my wrist.
The experience might not have been as bad had my legs not been so stiff and sore from the run. Every time I had to squat or jog, or even walk at a slightly elevated pace, my muscles burned and ached in protest.
I was in so much stiff pain by the end of the day that I opted to take a cab back to the apartment. Even though it was barely a fifteen-minute walk.
“So… how was your day?” Jamie asked sarcastically when I sunk face-first into the couch with a groan.
“I’m so sore,” I whined into the cushion. Toebeans hopped onto my butt and started pawing at me.
“I bet. You want some tea?”
“Is ‘tea’ code for drugs?”
“No.”
“Can it be?”
“No.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
She was back a few minutes later with a steaming mug of mint tea, which she placed on the coffee table before sitting down beside me. “You got a watch?” she asked curiously, nudging at the camel strap.
As if on cue, the cursed thing went off again.
I whimpered a sob into the couch. “Make it stop.”
He’d told meI was dismissed for the day. He’d said it with his own stupid mouth.
I turned my head just enough to peek at the screen and almost cried from relief. It was just a message. No request.
Don’t forget to charge the watch. No run tomorrow.
Thank fuck.
