“Oh, I see. Well, that’s too bad,” he said, suddenly concerned for the woman’s welfare. He pursed his lips and sat down as David commenced the conference, mind wandering off to worry about whether Mickey would be alright or not.
Chapter 4
Mickey shifted on the hotel mattress and let out a long sigh. She was supposed to be in the meeting, not laid up in a bed feeling like utter and royal crap. Earlier, she had texted Sarai to see how she was doing, but hadn’t gotten so much as a single emoji out of it.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Mickey glanced down at her phone and immediately hit the talk button.“Hey, Sarai.”
“How are you feeling? What’s got you under the weather?” Sarai inquired with a concerned tone.
“Ugh! I know you were counting on me, hun, but I am not at all well. I woke up throwing up, and I’m just hoping I can pull it together for the rest of the trip.”
“Girl, you can’t be held to blame for getting sick. Nobody has any control over that, and it’s not your fault. You just need to get plenty of rest; I think maybe you’ve been working too much. After you get back, we should go have a girls’ day out or something. Maybe do a little TLC and spend the day at a spa after a nice shopping spree. What do you think?”
“That sounds great actually, but how areyoudoing?”
“I’ll survive,” Sarai replied. Mickey pursed her lips as she didn’t at all like that sound of that.
“I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t be. I have a dragon protecting me. I’m fine,” Sarai stated matter-of-factly.
“I’m so mad at myself for getting sick. I shouldn’t have gone swimming. I should have known better. I mean, I was already not feeling well,” Mickey blurted.
“No, you just stop that,” Sarai said.
“No, seriously. I should have stayed in bed and waited till today. Now I’m going to look like a failure. I’m so nervous that everything is going to fall apart now, especially since you’re not here to save my ass,” Mickey said in one single breath.
“That’s not true. That’s why you have David, and all the planning has been handled already. The team knows how to set everything up. They’ve practiced putting it all together for months. You’ve got this. Don’t worry.Trust yourself.”
“Yeah, I’m grateful David agreed to come. He’s been a real rock to lean on,” Mickey said.
“Well yeah, of course. He has acrushon you.” Sarai chuckled.
“Yeah, I know, but I just want to be friends with him. He’s nice, but there’s just nothing there romantically.”
As they talked, there was a knock on the door. “Hang on Sarai,” Mickey mumbled as she got up from bed. “Someone’s at the door.” She dropped the phone on the mattress and stepped toward the door, lifting the chain lock to slide across before she opened the door.
“Good day, miss,” the bellhop said. Mickey shook her head as she glanced own at the room service tray service in his hands.
“Oh, no. You have the wrong room, I didn’t order any room service,” she said. The bellhop smiled slightly and shook his head.
“Miss, this was sent with compliments by the owner of The Aiyana Group of Hotels.”
“What?” She blinked. “Oh, wow. Um, okay,” she said, pulling the door open so he could wheel the table in. He lifted the tray cover and smiled at her as steam arose from what appeared to be a hearty soup. She nodded. “Just put it over there, thanks.”
“Of course.” The bellhop put the brakes on the tray wheels and strode out the door. Mickey sighed and walked back over to the bed, lifting her phone from the mattress.
“Wow!” she muttered into the phone.
“Who was at the door?”
“Room service,” Mickey said with a sigh. “Apparently, the owner of the hotel sent over soup. I don’t know how he knew I wasn’t feeling well, but…”
“Oh my gosh, the owner of The Aiyana Group of Hotels sent you soup? So, how does he look? Is he handsome? When and how did this come about and how come you haven’t sharedallthe details?”
“Hold on, hold on, Sarai! I haven’t met him yet, so how would I know?” Mickey scoffed as she rolled her eyes.
