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“No, that’s not the problem.” Shit shit shit. “I mean, yes, but… fuck!”
I jump up and swipe my sweatpants from the floor.
“You’re leaving?” she asks in alarm. “What’s going on?”
“It’s fine. I’ll be right back. I have to find the bag.”
“What bag?”
“The bag from the store.”
She squints at me. “Okay? Look, I want to have sex with you too, but it’s not a big deal if we have to wait a little longer.”
I shake my head. “What I didn’t tell you is that the ‘mix-up’ with my room was because Jarvis claimed it for his clone army. If the bag is still in that room, he might find it.”
“So?”
I give her a look, and her eyes widen as understanding sets in.
“The condoms,” she whispers. “And he’d know they were yours.”
“Exactly. He already suspects something between us. I’ll be right back.”
I’m still tugging on my shirt as I make my way to the door.
This is bad.
This is worse than bad.
“Better if she cheats!!” plays on a constant loop in my head as I practically run to the elevator. Oh the irony that after sacrificing everything to keep her from falling victim to Jarvis’ plot, I might be the reason he wins.
“How could you be so stupid?” I hiss at myself as I punch the fourth-floor button. “What is wrong with you?” My bare foot taps on the cold tile as I run a hand through my hair. When did these elevators get so slow?
Someone clears their throat, and I look up to see a couple back further against the opposite wall. Oh. Crap.
“Hi,” I say with a tight smile.
“Hi,” the woman replies, frowning with pity. “You okay, sweetie? Have you eaten today?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Here.” She fishes through her purse.
The elevator stops at floor five, and before I can react, she shoves something at me as they step through the door.
“Take care of yourself,” she says as it closes.
I look down to find a granola bar in my hand. Huh? What just happened?
It’s then that I also notice I have no shoes, my pants are on backward, and my shirt isn’t my shirt. It’s Larinda’s nightshirt that reads “Angel On Duty.” The small tent in my sweatpants probably isn’t doing much for my case either.
Shit. Oh well. That’s the least of my problems.
I shove the snack in my pocket because I am kind of hungry, actually.
Once the elevator reaches my floor, I launch down the hall and pull the key from my other pocket. At least I remembered that. Shoving it in the slot, I hold my breath as I wait for the reader to click green.
It’s red.
