Going Up!

Introduction

Authors note: Head to my book summary for my trigger warning list for this book.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ. The nonstop alarm was going to be the death of me, I was sure of it. I needed coffee and stat. I should have known better than to let Rose talk me into those Fireball shots at the bar last night.

What the actual fuck had I been thinking?

I slammed my hand into the little black box, wishing it would just die already before I slid out of the comfort of my bed and walked into the cold tiled floor of my bathroom. Checking myself in the mirror, I realized I was going to need a shower.

Shit. I really don't have time for this. 

I grabbed my phone to check the time again before turning on the shower to warm up the water. The screen was blank, literally just blank. Are you fucking kidding me? Did I not even plug it in last night!? Sighing, I walked back into my bedroom and plugged it in.

Walking back to the bathroom, I stepped into the shower and relished the warmth of the water, quickly washing my hair. Fuck it, might as well shave while I'm in here. I haven't been to a waxing appointment in months. Maybe I should make one.  I mentally debated with myself before grabbing a razor and shaving too.

It's not like I'm getting laid anytime soon, anyways.

Stepping out of the shower, I quickly towel dried my hair and grabbed the cute black mini skirt and forest green blouse that I had laid out for myself. The skirt was just long enough to be considered professional but just short enough that maybe someone would ask me on a date.

God, I was so ready to date again.

I sat down at the small vanity in my bedroom and grabbed my blow dryer and round brush, swiftly styling my hair into my daily go-to style. Nothing too fancy, just a normal-looking blowout. Once I finally have it how I like it, I head to the kitchen and pop a travel mug out of the dishwasher, under the Keurig, and push brew.

While my coffee brews I head back to my bedroom and grab my phone, hoping I at least have a thirty percent charge, relieved to see forty-two percent battery in the top right corner. Oh, and a text...hurray.

Unknown:
3:23 A.M.
It was great meeting you.
Wanna come over?

Welp. I literally have no idea who I gave my number to last night so no. No, I do not.  Even though, yes, yes I desperately do. God, I need sex so bad. My poor, poor vibrator. I'm at the point where I should just invest stock in a sex toy company. I thought to myself as I strode back into the kitchen.

Picking up the coffee mug and lifting it to my lips, I immediately regretted my decision as I felt the hot liquid from the over-full cup running down my blouse. FUCK, Spilling coffee all over my favorite fucking shirt wasn't in my plans, but here we are. I hurried back into my bedroom where I grab the first blouse I saw in my closet, which was a light lavender button up top and threw it on before I headed out the door, in a rush, so I didn't miss the orange line's next stop from Brooklyn to Manhattan.