The lights came on in the elevator, but the door still wouldn’t open, despite my constant jabbing of the button. The lights responded each time I pressed it but nothing happened.
“That’s not doing anything, you’ll have to wait for them to pry the doors open.” Tripp pointed out, his warm hand wrapping around mine to stop me from continuously jamming the button.
“Ugh get me out of here.” I mumbled under my breath, I like to think it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear, but I’m sure he did anyway. I yanked my hand back away from his. Why did I kiss him again? I totally sent him the wrong signal, but it’s like when he’s close my mind goes blank and my body melts.
“Don’t you worry Mr. Cederick! We’ll have you out of there in a Jiffy!” A man called from the other side of the elevator, his voice was gruff with a slight southern accident.
“Hurry up!” I called back. “I don’t want to be stuck in here with him!”
He slicked back his hair again, which made me wonder how much his hair gel had to cost to hold it in place for so long. I put all kinds of hair spray and mousse in mine and after just 2 hours it's back to being as poofy as a poodle in a dog show waiting to be judged. “What’s so wrong with being stuck here with me? I’m enjoying myself.” He leaned close to me again, but I dodged him.
The doors in front of us started to pry open with a few crowbars. Within a minute the doors had been pried open and we were able to exit the elevator. I had to wait for Tripp to chew out the manager of the building about not keeping the elevator up to code, turns out he actually owns this hotel. Of course he does, is there anything he doesn’t own? Unfortunately I still couldn’t get my keys from him, but even if I did, I didn’t drive here, my friends did. They picked me up at my apartment so my car is still there.
Maybe I could just walk home? I thought to myself pulling out my phone to see how far away this hotel was from my house. While I would have liked to get a car from a ride share service, I couldn’t afford it. It’s either be able to afford groceries for the week or order the ride home. According to the map app this hotel is three miles from my apartment, but it doesn’t take the highway and looks like there is a walking path I can take. Ugh as much as I’d like to, heels aren’t exactly my walking shoes of choice.
“Ready to go?” Tripp suddenly appeared behind me. I quickly clicked out of the app I was in so he couldn’t see I was planning to head home on my own, you know, if I wasn’t wearing heels. Damn fashion choice.
“Yeah.” I mumbled, effectively out of other options. Might as well take him up, then hopefully I won’t have to deal with him again.
“I had the valet bring the car around so it’s right out front.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me out before I could shrug him off.
“Whooaaaa!” I couldn’t help but gasp out loud as he led me toward his sports car. This specific model only one has ever been made, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much it costs, but man is it beautiful. The bright red paint seemed to almost sparkle in the sunlight, which made me squint as I drank a little too much. The doors lifted up instead of out, ooohh la la fancy!
“Thank you.” Tripp handed the valet a tip and led me toward the car.
I get to ride in this car. No way. This is once in a life time type thing for people of my income. I’ll literally be telling this story on my death bed to an uninterested nurse. Back when I was young and beautiful I screwed this guy who drove me home in his million something dollar sports car, yup those were the days. He even held the door open for me.
I’ve never sat on such high quality leather in my life. “What’s the address?” He asked, pulling up the gps on the screen on the dash. My car wasn’t even smart enough to have a touch screen, just old fashioned buttons, but this one was like it had a full fledged tablet computer build in. Everything was touch screen and fancy, but I guess it better be for the price.
I gave him the address, but asked if he could drop me off at the convenience store nearby. Partially because I was a bit embarrassed. I didn’t want him to see my slum of an apartment complex, but I also didn’t want him to be embarrassed that he had to drive up to such a place, plus if some of my neighbors see me in such a vehicle I’m sure I’d be subject to quite a few break ins. They’d be extremely disappointed because I barely have anything, but what small treasures I do have will go missing.
The car ride was a little awkward, I didn’t have anything to say to Tripp. While he tried to make small talk, asking me more about myself, I kept my answers as short and vague as possible. He didn’t like the idea of dropping me off at the convenience store instead of my place but did it anyway.
Hopefully that’ll be the last I see of him. I thought to myself as I entered the convenience store. Did I really even need anything? The prices here are so much more expensive than if I would go to a grocery store. At the very least I could pace up and down a few isles in case Tripp hasn’t driven off yet, maybe it’ll jog my mind if I need anything.
“Can I help you find anything?” A lady in the store’s apron asked me politely.
“No thank you, I’m just browsing.” I answered trying to avoid her eye contact in case she could see my smeared makeup and slightly ragged appearance. I kind of wish I had gone home to change, I can’t imagine how bad I look right now.
I continued to walk up and down isles until I came to the family planning isle, then it dawned on me. Did he use a condom? I mean he had to have right? But I don’t remember anything. Without thinking further I grabbed a box containing a dose of morning after pills. Why are these so expensive? I’ll probably have to scrounge by to afford groceries for the week, I kind of spent a little too much buying booze. A baby is more expensive than this box though! I should make Tripp pay me back, that jerk!
I made the walk of shame up to the register, how embarrassing! The cashier will know I had unprotected sex. Why can’t they have self checkouts?
“Did you find everything ok?” She asked politely, ringing up the box. I could have sworn she gave me the look.
“Uh yeah.” I answered, avoiding eye contact. Digging through my bag for my debit card. I have a credit card, but I don’t know if I reached the cap on it or not. I’d rather not have morning after pills declined at the register. I have a limit on the embarrassment I can take for one day.
I paid for the pills and got the hell out of there, dreading the walk home. These heels are killing me!