Once Upon A Time(19)

“Do you want to wear your coffee or drink it?”

“Right.” She smirked. “You were saying?”

For the next twenty minutes Kylie’s facial expressions went from excited to shocked to downright giddy. Her bouncing quickly came back ten-fold as I went on to explain how hard I slapped Mr. TDD.

“You just slapped him? Like, in the face?” She asked, stopped her bouncing long enough to take a sip of, what was my, coffee.

“No. I slapped him in the dick.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course I slapped him in the face. He called me Princess, Kylie, you know how I feel about it. I don’t need saving, I’m no one’s princess.” I sighed, standing from the sofa and walking into the kitchen, dumping the last of my cold coffee in the sink. “I called him a toad and slapped him in the face.” I chuckled, turning back to my friend who was chuckling softly on the sofa. “Anyway, it’s not like I’m going to see him again, right?”

“New York’s a big place.”

“Hmm,” I agreed. “Now tell me how you got in here.”

“I scaled the apartment building and climbed in through the bathroom window,” she replied seriously.

Either I was still sleeping or Kylie had just informed me she was Spider-Man and could climb four floors. I needed pain killers. Opening the cabinet above my head, I fished out two Tylenol and swallowed them dry.

“You,” I pointed as her smile widened, “are not funny. Really, how did you get in?”

“Quinn’s extra key. He jumped in a cab with me.”

That made much more sense. For a minute I thought I’d lost my mind.

She chuckled, standing from the sofa and joining me in the kitchen, placing her mug in the sink. The moment her mug hit the cool metal, she shrieked.

I don’t mean a little, barely audible shriek.

I mean, full-out, glass shattering, ear-ringing shriek.

“Your meeting! Pay, you've been chewing my ear off for so long you’re going to be late for the client!”

The next couple of minutes were a blur of being pushed into my bathroom and being stripped by my best friend before she all but threw me into the shower. My usual modesty had flown out of the window the moment I registered I really was late for my meeting.

I groaned as I noticed Kylie still standing in my bathroom, bouncing on both feet as she checked her wrist watch every five seconds.

“Can you like, turn around or something?” I sighed, turning off the shower.

“No,” she said sternly, holding a white fluffy towel in front of me.

I quickly grabbed the towel and stepping out from the shower, I wrapped it around my body in the hope she didn't see more than needed. I then pretty much ran to my room to get ready for my meeting I was running late for.

“Hold on!” Kylie yelled from the living room. She was charging down the hallway to my room with a wad of material in her hands. “Here, wear these.”

She thrust the material in my hands and shut the door in my face.

Well, okay then.

Unfolding the clothes on my bed, I stared at them in disbelief.

“Woman, get a freaking move on!”

I didn't have time to rifle through my closet to find something remotely decent to wear; to be honest my wardrobe mainly consisted of pantsuits, sweatpants and hoodies – not exactly suitable for a once in a lifetime meeting.

Glamorous I am not.

Sighing, I got to work.

“Oh motherfucker,” I muttered, all but falling on my face as I tried stepping into the ridiculously tight pencil skirt; I may kill Kylie. “Mother shit.”

No matter how fast I moved to get ready for the meeting, I was still running late. Of course I was late. The minute my head hit my pillow last night I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes all I saw was him. All I felt was him. Yet if I ever saw him again, I’d much rather love to slap him than screw him. This was so messed up.

I rolled my eyes as I tried to get the tight as hell skirt over my freaking thighs. Whoever decided pencil skirts were a fashion statement should be shot… while trying to get one on. Stupid things.

After a shimmy, some ass shaking and holding my breath for what seemed like ten whole minutes, I was finally in the skirt. My gaze flickered to my watch and I weighed whether crawling back in bed would be a smarter decision. Not to mention I’d breathe easier without the tight material sucking in my ass and thighs. But I couldn't. Today was the meeting of all meetings, the Brad Pitt of job opportunities. And I was fucking late!

“If you don’t hurry your ass up, I’m coming in there and dressing you myself!” Kylie yelled from the living room and I rolled my eyes once more.

“Just a minute, I’m having trouble operating your ridiculous clothing!” I shouted back as I threw on the sheer cream blouse. I glanced at my watch again. Shit! Thirty minutes and I needed to be out the door and on the road.