Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I’m on my way to my room. What floor are you on?” she asks and I hear her breath struggle. “Fucking bags.”
“I’m room five oh nine,” I say as the phone disconnects. I look down at my phone and see that it says call failed. I get up and I’m going to head out to eat when there is a knock at the door. I open it, expecting one of the guys telling me where we are going to eat, but it’s Allison.
“I’m right next door,” she says.
“I was waiting to see if we are having a team dinner,” I tell her and she stands there.
“No, we are all on our own.” She walks away. “All I know is that I’m starving.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to sit my ass on my bed and order some pizza, I guess. I have no idea.” I hear her still talking as she disappears around the wall. “Without fucking shoes.”
I laugh at her and make a plan. Going to her room, I knock and she opens the door. Her scarf is gone and her shirt falls low, too fucking low for my eyes, so I look away. “I’ll get pizza for you. What kind do you eat?”
“Um, Hawaiian,” she answers and my eyebrows get close together.
“Is that the one with pineapple?” I ask.
“Yes, and ham. Well done,” she adds.
“You want it well done so you don’t have to taste that pineapple on it. So gross.”
“You’re being a jerk.” She tries to close the door, but my foot stops it. I look as she goes to the corner where there is a desk.
“What are you doing?” I ask her as she starts throwing stuff.
“Making coffee to throw at you.”
I laugh at her then back out. “I’ll bring you pizza, calm down.”
She glares at me and closes the door in my face. I take my phone out and find out the closest pizza place. Walking to the elevator, Phil and Matthew come down talking to each other.
“Where are you going for dinner?” Phil asks me.
“I’m going to get pizza and then come back,” I say to them and I don’t know why I don’t tell them about getting something for Allison.
“Did you ask Aly what she is doing?” Phil asks Matthew, who is texting away on his phone.
“No, she bitched at me for getting her bag. She’s over tired and ain’t no one needs tired Allison around. Fuck, if we piss her off she may stab one of us or both,” he says and I laugh. Matthew looks at me. “I wish I were fucking kidding.”
I shake my head and go downstairs, where Ryder is still holding on to his glasses, and Paul is there with Luka. “Are you guys going out to eat?”
Matthew and Phil say yes as I walk out and they decide where to go and eat. Seeing that it’s too far to walk, I turn back and go in as the guys are now walking out.
“Did you change your mind?” Phil says while Matthew is still texting.
“Yeah, I just ordered it. It’s easier.” I walk away from them and their Uber gets there. I go back upstairs and knock on her door. She comes to the door now changed into pjs.
“Where is the pizza?” she asks.
“I’m just letting you know that it’s on its way, so I’ll bring it to you when it gets here.”
“Okay,” she says and I walk away to my own room.
I shrug my jacket off and kick off my shoes. Opening my bag, I grab my shorts, putting them on, and I’m unbuttoning my shirt when there is a knock on the door. I go to the door and open it.
“What are you doing?” she asks, taking in my shorts and shirt.
“Um, undressing.” I don’t know what is going on.
“Everyone left. Matthew just texted me that he is boycotting me.”
“Okay. Do you want to come in?” I move to the side as she walks in and the room is pretty much a bed and a desk.
“I’ll sit on the chair,” she says and I button my shirt back up. “So tell me about Denise and her project.”
I’m only too happy to talk about her. “She runs the pediatric oncology at Hudson Children’s Hopstial. It’s fucking dire and she loses many kids. It’s a hard fucking job.”
“Oh my God, that’s awful.” She crosses her feet underneath her and then another knock comes and this time it is the pizza. I already paid, so I just grab the boxes, handing her the small box. “Your over done pineapple pizza,” I say and I sit on my bed and open my meat lovers one.
I’m about to take a bite of pizza when her phone rings.
“What do you want?” she answers. “No, I get it you left me to fend for myself. It’s all good.” She picks a piece of pineapple off and eats it. I almost gag. “I’m by myself.” She looks up at me, and I shake my head and take a bite of pizza, but it almost tastes like pineapple, it’s so sour in my mouth. “See you tomorrow.” She hangs up the phone. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell him I was with you. I just didn’t know what to say.”