My head continued to pound as I tried to wrap my mind around the situation I found myself in. The hangover definitely isn’t helping any, but I can’t believe I not only had a one night stand, but with the CEO of the company I work for no less. Maybe he won’t notice since I’m so low in the corporate food chain and everything can go back to normal. I stuffed the business card into my purse and sucked up my pride and made the walk of shame to the elevator. I could feel some curious eyes ogling me as I tripped over my own feet making my way to the elevator. In hindsight the stilettos probably weren’t the best choice, even on the best days I could barely walk in them. I self consciously smoothed down my hair, who knows how bad it looks. I could only imagine how smeared my makeup is. Well shit. This is embarrassing, I’ve got to remind myself to never drink again.
This had to be the longest walk to an elevator I ever had, I mean it was such a short hallway but felt like forever. Why are the hallway lights so bright? And seriously could people stop slamming doors and talking so loud. If I can’t get to some Ibuprofen soon I’m pretty sure my head is going to explode. I smashed the elevator button, very aware how my stomach gurgled, making me feel sick. Damn hangover. I’m going home and crawling into bed, never to be seen again. The button dinged, but the elevator didn’t open. Ugh stupid elevator! I smashed the button a few times, probably taking my frustration out on it. Ugh stupid button! Stupid CEO! Stupid chistled jaw and perfect face! I continued to smash the hell out of the button screaming internally. Why isn’t this elevator here yet?! Why did I do this?!
“Whoa there! You’re going to break the elevator. What do you expect people to actually use the stairs?” My head snapped up as the familiar voice lingered behind me.
“Maybe if it actually worked I wouldn’t have to.” I snapped, pressing the button one more time.
Ding! The elevator finally springed open. Of course it did, it just wanted to make me look stupid in front of Tripp. Of course.
To my dismay we both stepped into the elevator. Did he seriously have to embarrass me further? Couldn’t he have waited?
I stood awkwardly, trying not to look at him. In an attempt to find something to do, I dug through my purse looking for my car keys. I’m not actively drunk so it’s probably fine to drive. I mean what else am I going to do? Order an uber I can’t really afford?
Where are they? I kept digging around coming up empty handed. In front of me the elevator doors finally closed. They have to be here! I started grabbing things in clawfuls out of my purse as I started to feel more panicky. The key ring not only had my car keys on it, but my apartment keys and the key to my apartment mailbox as well.
“Looking for something?” Tripp snickered, swinging my car keys on his finger. “At least let me drive you home, you’re obviously in no state to drive.” He took a big step toward me, out of instinct I stepped back, pressing my back against the smooth marble wall of the elevator. It felt nice and cold against my back. “You’re too hungover to safely drive back on your own.”
Tripp was wearing something different from last night, but it was tight and fit the curves of his strong muscular body so well, if I was in any other situation I may have flirted with him and tried to get a date out of him, but at this point after having such a nasty break up, I really didn’t want to date again. Although I didn’t want to take him up on the offer to drive me home it appeared he was probably right about my car. “Fine but after this I don’t want to see you again!” I mumbled, turning away from him. I didn’t even drive my car here, one of my friends who was the designated driver did so I don’t even know where it’s parked at, and I don’t feel good enough to wander around looking for it. But if I leave it here how will I come back and get it?
As if reading my mind, Tripp casually mentioned. “I’ll have one of my guys drive it back to your house.”
“Thanks.” I mumbled, not really wanting to take him up on the offer.
“Wanna thank me with another one of your kisses? I really enjoyed that last night.” He slyly put his hands on both sides of me on the wall, cornering me in.
I quickly ducked out of the way, not wanting this to go on any longer than it already has. I don’t want him to have the wrong idea. I couldn’t help the snark that escaped my mouth before I could even think about how to reply. “Do that again and you’ll get a free date with my leg on your crotch.” Oops! I quickly added on. “Uh sir.”
This only caused him to laugh a bit. “Point taken!” At least he didn’t seem to take it seriously. Of course this probably isn’t new for him. I wonder how many times he wakes up in hotels with women he’s never met before.