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Chapter One: As Per Usual

Chapter One

As Per Usual

 

The blinding light causes me to wince away in horror. Memories of last night come rushing back in short flashes: Tiffany’s 22nd birthday, La Plaza- a club, the table dancing, and the hot blond with the biceps. My mouth waters at the thought of him. I stretch my legs, sore. I yawn and realization hit me.

         “Let’s go back to my place!” I yelled over the loud speakers.

         “No, let’s go to mine.” Biceps says coolly “I live a couple blocks down,”

         Exiting the club the valet drives the Audi up to the entrance. I hop in. As soon as the door to his apartment was open our lips were interlocked as we tangled our bodies at the foot of the door.

         I blush a deep scarlet and cover my face in the crook of my arm. What have I done? I glance around; routing my escape. I dare to glance to my right; Biceps was snoring slightly. Blushing deeper I notice my clothes on the ground and dress quickly. I gather my purse and cell phone.

         Before I close the door behind me I glance back to see Biceps. His face flushes as he runs his skilled fingers through his hair. I call Garran and instruct him on my whereabouts. I waited patiently at the side of the road for him to arrive.

         “Hey,” Biceps was standing at my side fully dressed. Memories of his naked flesh against mine flutter through my mind. I feel a chill run down my spine.

         “Hello.” I said briefly, finding this encounter quite odd.

       “Travis,” he points a long finger at his chest. “Uh…” he glances at the ground, “Was it Franny?” his cheeks darken, he was obviously embarrassed.

         “I'll be whoever you want,” I remark; making his blush deepen.

         Garran pulls the BMW to the curb and exits to opens the back door for me; I step inside and before I sit I turn to look at him. “Thanks for last night, Travis,” his name rolls off of my tongue perfectly. “Don't dream about me too much.” I blow him a quick kiss and Garran shuts the door and drives away. I glance back and Travis is left on the sidewalk frozen in place and mouth gaping open.

         Relief washes over my body as I see a bag packed with clothes, Garran knows me well. I change in the back seat while Garran drives me to work. As I slipped on my heel the car comes to a complete stop. Garran opens me the door.

        “Thank you for the clothes,” I wink at him, “you are a lifesaver.” I step out of the car. I was now wearing a light pink pencil skirt, a white satin shirt, and nude pumps.

         As soon as the cool breeze greeted me at the door, Amanda, my Father’s secretary appears at my side. She smiles at me sweetly and motions for me to follow her. I swallow hard and decide to comply. I step into my Father’s office and Amanda shuts the door behind me.

         “Farrah, what time is it?” my Father’s voice was hauntingly low.

         “Uh…” I pull out my phone; it’s dead.         

         “I believe it is 12:45 p.m.,” he points his chin at a rustic analog clock hanging behind me. I stand patiently, unmoving. “I seem to recall that you are due here at 8:30 a.m. promptly. Late again,” his lips form a tight line.