No Time

Chapter 8

The next morning I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, but of course I didn't have time to notice that because I was to busy trying to figure out why my head hurt so much.

I sat up in bed and noticed some Advil and a note on the nightstand closest to me.

Take these with water then find me in the kitchen.

I followed the instructions written and began to wander the breathtaking penthouse. Whoever it belonged to obviously had good taste.

When I finally found the kitchen I instantly froze in place when I noticed Jasper sitting at the Island happily digging into a pile of pancakes.

"Good to see your still breathing," he when he noticed me standing in the doorway, openly allowing himself to look me up and down.

"How the bloody hell did I get here?" I asked. "And why does my head hurt so much."

"Someone spiked your drink at the gala, you didn't have your house keys on you, so here we are," he shrugged.

I sighed in relief and went to sit down but stopped in my tracks when I noticed what I was wearing.

"Wait these aren't-" I started before I was cut off.

"Yes those are my clothes, but don't worry I had my maid help you change, I wasn't even in the room," he assured me instantly making me feel better.

"Well thank you for... not leaving me," I said, choosing my words carefully.

"Well we can't have the woman who's endorsing my company running around my event drugged," he smirked. "But don't worry, whoever did it was just trying to make me look bad."

"You are so self conceded," I groaned with a roll of my eyes.

"Old news, now eat up," he insisted. "Garret made pancakes."

"Okay, but I have to be back home soon in order to change for rehearsal."

"I'll drop you off on my way to work," he promised.

True to his word as soon as I was finished eating we hopped in a car and Jasper dropped me off at my house where I quickly thanked him and got out of the car to change into some jeans and a jumper, under a large jacket to accommodate the weather that was unusually cold that day.

When I was done I stared at Jasper's clothes sitting on my bed, debating what to do with them, eventually I decided to just put them on top of the washer so I would remember to wash them and give them back. 

I quickly grabbed my keys and practically ran to catch the next underground car that was heading in the direction of the theatre.

What I love about the underground is that there are so many people, and everyone is so focused on what they need to do they don't notice anyone else so I usually don't get stopped to take a picture.

Rehearsal went by as usual, we all stood around singing and running lines while the dancers practiced the choreography. By the end of our four hour practice we were all worn out and ready to go home.

"Are we still on for lunch?" Laura asked as we packed up our stuff.

"Of course, but is okay if Will comes with us?" I replied.

"Of course! We're the three musketeers," she chuckled following me out of the theatre.

Will was an old mate from back when I lived in London, he moved to New York a year after me to  attend NYU for creative writing, he was two years older than me so he finished school in the UK at age eighteen like most kids and was now in his senior year of college.