"You left me here without my bag," I pounced immediately. I couldn't seem to get my head around that, for some odd reason.
"You're calling me about your bag?"
His sarcastic tone was not appreciated. My temper always slow to boil now bubbled beneath the surface. My mouth opened and closed soundlessly. I was to irrate for actual speech.
I slammed the phone down instead.
In all my years of knowing Eric this was probably my first real show of temper ever. So I was going to make it absolutely spectacular.
My stomach churned unhappily. I was damn hungry. Looking around aimlessly my eyes settled back on the phone. Reaching out I lifted the handle off the cradle and put in a call to pizza delivery services. I recalled Eric's office credit card number by heart and easily sprouted that off. Next I put in a call to building maintenance and have them change the locks.
Finally, I switched on the tv to will the time away. The pizza delivery arrived within the half hour. The new lock was in the door within the hour. I was dressed in my own clothes and walking out with the keys to Eric's car a short while later.
Independence felt great even if my imprisonment had been less than a day.
I wondered around aimlessly before stopping for coffee and the papers. I spent the next hour or so circling job vacancies that I could apply for and looking for rooms to let.
It was nearly dusk before I roused myself to up and leave. Driving back I considered stopping for dinner first but my time away at the farm had inspired an urge to cook instead. So I headed straight back to Eric's. My purse was still missing and the little cash I had in my clothes were gone. I didn't have Eric's card with me but I could use his number over the phone again. This I did as soon as I got in. The grocers delivered shortly after and then I got busy cooking.
I was done with preparing the meal and was already making headway through my own plate full when the buzz on the door told me Eric was home.
Home and locked out of it.
I grinned evily at the closed door and deliberately ignored the buzz of the doorbell and the pounding he let loose a moment later, to daintily pick at my food and chew morsels after morsels of my appetizing cooking.
