“You forgot your bag.” He reaches into the back seat and walks forward, arm outstretched.
I can’t believe I almost forgot my bag. The fear I have of accidentally leaving it with him causes my anger to dissipate. My notebook is in that bag and I most certainly wouldn’t want him to read it.
I smile as politely as possible and turn back to the door.
“Is 5:30 okay for tomorrow? I have a meeting first thing and I can’t be late.”
Shit. I forgot I have to see him one more time. “It’s fine. Beggars can’t complain.”
“You would never have to beg for anything with me,” he responds with a crooked grin.
I roll my eyes before turning back to the door and he laughs.
“Goodnight, Liz.”
I wave my hand, not even bothering to face him, rushing into the building and around the corner out of sight. I take a deep breath in an attempt to relax. It’s then I realize he used myactualname, not one of his nicknames. It’s about time. I can’t get in my bed fast enough. It’s been an unusual and tiring day. I desperately want to get back to my normal. One more ride and I’ll be done with him forever.
